12-month reading drought (Free-writing)

It has been a really long while since I last updated this space. Since then, another 2 semesters of college have passed. In my last several posts, this blog had become a space for me to write about my reading adventures and the stories and characters I love. But it’s been a really long time since I’ve properly read a book not required for college, in particular a fiction book, and college has become such a huge part of my life that I take note of time not according to weeks or months, but according to the academic semester.

Since I have a 1.5month-long holiday, I really do want to get into reading again. I still have an endless list of books on my TBR. But I have been so hesitant to start. I really, really crave the feeling of getting sucked into a story and journeying through something with characters I love. Recently, I have been watching Korean and Chinese dramas as a way to do that. In a sense, it is a lazier way – I don’t have to put as much effort into imagining how the story is playing out and understanding what is written, whether explicitly or between the lines; I can fast forward when I get bored; I can lie on the bed and watch without having to hold a book up. It is also much easier for me to decide to give up on a drama when it gets boring; whereas for a book I always fear missing out possible good chapters or lines. Yet it is precisely all that which makes reading so enjoyable – it is the process of reading itself. But the crazy amount of academic readings I’ve had to do for college has made me so afraid to begin. As much as I love that learnings I gain from my college readings, it is a reading process that is so difficult for me to enjoy. In a sense, I feel like it has spoilt reading for me.

Before I begin a book, I always anticipate entering a different world, having my emotions toyed with, and being enamoured with a new character. Such a feeling is almost like being enchanted by a spell. Because that is my favourite thing about reading, I’m always cautious of whether or not I have the time to finish the book without disruptions so as not to break that spell. And because of that, I dare not begin a new book in the middle of a college semester, or whenever I have something to do the next day or in a few hours’ time. That, I think is causing my hesitation. I want the book that breaks me out of my reading slump to be something mindblowingly good, that casts me in a spell I’m unable to break out of even hours after reading it. That’s a foolproof way that would ensure I continue on to a next book. Yet, I’m so afraid of any single activity, person, or thing that would disrupt the spell-casting process and spoil reading for me for yet another couple of months. It’s a stupid worry that I rationally know cannot be overcome until I actually start reading, yet it’s got me locked in this stupid quandary.

It’s been a year or so since I’ve been that sucked into a book. I miss that so much. Last December, I made a TBR in attempt to get me out of a book slump (once again, caused by college) but only succeeded in reading one or two of those books (ok let’s be real, when have I EVER succeeded in completing any TBR anyway??). This time I do kind of have an inkling of what books I’m planning to read, but I’m not going to be writing out a proper TBR list. Instead I’ll try a more laid-back method: after all, I’ve already had semesters-worth of college reading lists… that’s definitely more than enough of lists.

*NOTE: this post was a 100% free-writing exercise. I was bored and decided to post something and ended up with this. It’s nothing much and probably a waste of time to read, but at the very least it left me with greater resolve to start reading again.

To Imagine Dragons and the new year

Now don’t you understand
That I’m never changing who I am

Don’t you tell me what you think that I could be
I’m the one at the sail, I’m the master of my sea

When the day has come
That I’ve lost my way around
And the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground
When the sky turns grey
And everything is screaming
I will reach inside
Just to find my heart is beating

And I know it’s hard when you’re falling down
And it’s a long way up when you hit the ground
Get up now, get up, get up now

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I had one of the most magical nights of my life last night. I watched and heard Imagine Dragons live. They were brilliant, and I have so much respect for them for the messages they choose to convey with their music.

A part of me has always resonated with the music Imagine Dragons produce.

Demons used to be the only song I’d listen to, for weeks. Till now it’s a song I listen to for therapy, when I feel the darkness inside of me trying to creep out.

Monster expresses the internal battle I’ve been waging for ages, the battle I’ve always been trying to shy away from. The need to break away from the constraints and definements of society, to become who I really feel inside, to express myself truly to the world, and the difficulties I’ve faced in doing so. The fear that people would judge me for who I am, that when I opened up to them they would despise me for my flaws.

It’s TimeOn Top of The WorldBelieverRise UpWalking the Wire and more, give me courage to finally face my fears and start afresh. They’re the songs I want to keep listening to in 2018, to remind myself of who I really am inside and who I can be – someone brave and strong, who embraces her weaknesses and fears, who always aspires to be better and to live life fully.

When Dan sang It’s Time, I felt an unbelievable surge of courage that filled me with a hope so precious and inexpressible. The line “I’m never changing who I am” struck a chord within me to stay true to who I really am, and to what my soul represents. In the last few months of 2017, I’ve been miserable. I didn’t like the person I’d become in the past year – someone who shied away from responsibility and commitments, who hid from everything she feared, who didn’t dare embrace her weaknesses and be vulnerable in front of others, who remained stagnant because of all that. I was so afraid of everything – trying anything new, committing to something I signed up for, speaking in class, meeting new people, going for a school formal dinner, even consultations with a nice professor, they all incited fear and/or dread in me. I stuck with everything comfortable, lost sight of any purpose to strive, lamented the meaninglessness of life. Where was my love for life, the joie de vivre I’d always found beautiful and wanted to embody?

I made a pact with a friend, who’d also been through a challenging 2017, to do better together in 2018. I want 2018 to be a year of change. I know it’s such a cliched thing to say, but I truly mean it from the depths of my heart. I want to remember and honour this promise I made to myself.

New year resolutions aren’t anything new to me. I’ve made them, kept to a couple of them, broken a ton of them. But I just know that this year isn’t like any other. It’s not the meaningless, frivolous “I’m going to exercise regularly and eat healthy” or “I’m going to get straight As”. It’s something so entirely different, a mindset and attitude I want to change deep within me rather than another accomplishment I want to achieve. And I’ve never felt so fucking afraid of a new year before. I’m so afraid because this time I’m really going to face the fears that have been inhibiting me from being who I want to be. Each time I think about facing the fears that I’ve wanted time and time again to overcome but always fall short of, my heart clenches and my mind just freezes for a second because it’s just so fucking terrifying. These fears have dictated my life for ages and I’ve let my comfort zone shrink so much, that now I’m more fearful than ever. It’s like I’ve been drifting on a fragmenting raft, stranded in the middle of nowhere. All the while, pieces of the raft keep falling off, yet I’ve still been helplessly awaiting someone or something to get me out of this predicament, hoping beyond measure that my own weight and the crashing waves wouldn’t disintegrate my tiny, fragile safe zone into nothing.

Amsterdam describes my situation perfectly. I’ve lied to those around me to get them to believe I’m doing okay, not wanting to let them down. I’ve sought solace in those who’re going through similar struggles; they’re the only people I can turn to, and yet we can’t help each other because we’re all knee-deep in and running away from our own fears. Even as I tell others that they’ll be okay as long as they keep pushing on, I’m not convinced because of my own failed attempts.

Your time will come if you wait for it, if you wait for it
It’s hard, believe me… I’ve tried
But I won’t wait much longer ‘cause these walls they’re crashing down
No I won’t wait much longer ‘cause these walls they’re crashing down
And I keep coming up short

But I’m done clinging on to safety. I could possibly survive staying on this raft till the end, but that’s not the life I want for myself and it’s not the person I want to be. Instead, I’m going to dive into the ocean. Whatever monsters are lurking beneath the surface, I’m going to face them and battle my way out.

I wish so badly that when I look back at this post at the end of 2018, I’ll no longer feel the fear grappling me, but rather feel proud of myself because of how far I’ve come. It still feels like a faraway dream now. But I know it’s reachable.

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P.S. I’ve added the Youtube links to the songs I mentioned above. Who knows, Imagine Dragons might be your next favourite band? 😉

My December TBR

I’m finally posting here again! It’s college winter break so I really want to regain the reading momentum that I lost when school started. My first ever semester of college has been a whirlwind of experience – it’s crazy to think about how much has changed just in the past few months and the new discoveries I’ve made about myself. I’ve mostly been flooded with schoolwork so I haven’t done much leisure reading, and I’m awfully excited to embark on (what I hope will be) my December/winter break reading spree.

I’m going to do things a little differently this time with more non-fiction; I had some philosophy classes in college and realised that I find philosophy extremely intriguing – there’s a whole art and beauty behind reasoning and thinking about all sorts of things, especially when they’re regarding issues people take for granted such as ethics, consciousness, virtues, and when they involve challenging conventional ideals. So I’m going to spend my winter break reading about areas of philosophy I’m interested in!

Other than that, I still need my break from serious stuff, so there’s definitely still some fiction involved, though they’re mostly remainders from my previous pre-college TBR that I clearly did not manage to complete.

Fiction TBR:

  1. Les Miserables – Victor Hugo
    • As I mentioned earlier, the Les Miserables musical adaptation means a lot to me, so I’m honestly really disappointed in myself that I haven’t even gone past Volume 1 of this book (i.e. I haven’t even reached the part where Valjean and Cosette meet!)..
  2. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
    • Another classic that has been on my TBR for ages…
  3. Gone with the Wind – Margaret Mitchell
  4. My Brother and His Brother – Hakan Lindquist
  5. Sing, Unburied, Sing – Jesmyn Ward 
  6. Americanah – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
    • This will be my first read from an African writer! I got this when I went on a school trip to South Africa. Adichie is known not just for her writings (many of her books can be found in the typical bookstores),  but also for her advocation of feminism – she has a book/essay titled We Should All Be Feminists and has given a (popular) TEDx talk on the same subject.
  7. Night – Elie Wiesel
    • This book is going to be a hauntingly horrific and harrowing read.. It’s an autobiographical account of the author’s experience in a Nazi concentration camp. The story has been translated to 30 other languages. Wiesel was also a recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize in 1986 for his work in the cause of peace.
  8. The Way of Kings – Brandon Sanderson
    • Out of everything, I’m most excited for this book. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Brandon Sanderson is a genius. I loved his Mistborn trilogy, and Goodreads is full of praise for The Way of Kings. I’m sure this won’t disappoint!

Non-fiction TBR:

  1. Meditations – Marcus Aurelius
    • One of my required readings in college which I didn’t complete entirely. It’s full of life lessons and reminders that Marcus Aurelius has for himself, and is unlike other philosophy texts because this is more stating rather than argumentative
  2. Neither Wolf Nor Dog: On Forgotten Roads with an Indian Elder – Kent Nerburn
  3. Beyond Good and Evil – Friedrich Nietzsche
  4. Why I am not a Christian and other essays – Bertrand Russell
  5. The End of Faith – Sam Harris
  6. The Meaning of Things: Applying Philosophy to Life – AC Grayling
  7. Run, Racist, Run: Journeys into the Heart of Racism – Eusebius McKaiser
  8. The Virtues of Our Vices – Emrys Westacott

Wish me luck! 😉

Review: The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough

It’s a rarity to find books that captivate you so much that you find yourself still thinking about that fictional world hours after completing the book. Colleen McCullough’s The Thorn Birds is one of those few treasures for me. I can’t get closure without first writing or discussing about it, so a review is surely in order.

By the way, this is a pretty long post so if you don’t have the patience, let me just tell you this: READ THIS BOOK.

The Thorn Birds has elements of historical fiction, romance, and family saga in it. It centres around Meggie, the only daughter in a large patriarchal family of many sons. It follows Meggie as she grows from age 4 till 50 years later, and the heart of this novel lies in the forbidden loves between Meggie and an ambitious Catholic priest (read: wannabe cardinal) Ralph. There are also some chapters or paragraphs about the other members of the family, which gave us insights into their characters.

McCullough did a fantastic job with these characters. Meggie, Ralph, Frank (Meggie’s eldest brother), Paddy (Meggie’s father), Fee (Meggie’s mother) and Justine (Meggie’s daughter) were all characters I both liked (mostly) and disliked (occasionally), and that was what made them very real to me. They were loveable yet flawed, had their share of strengths and vulnerabilities, and they had the inherent inconsistencies of human nature – these made them very three-dimensional. I wish to discuss more about them, but I’m afraid it might get a little spoiler-y so maybe I’ll save that for another post.

Under McCullough’s writing, even places and settings were separate characters of their own. From New Zealand to Gillanbone and Drogheda, Dungloe to Rome and the Vatican, McCullough’s use of personification and her detailed yet concise descriptions of each setting gave life to each of these places, particularly Drogheda, where Meggie’s family lived for the large part of the novel. Drogheda, with her harsh bouts of droughts and floods, was extreme, but with these extremities came her beauty and larger-than-life personality.

There is a lot about love, loss, and life with its irony and struggles in this book. It is tragedy ridden, which I know some readers have had a few complains about, but personally I felt that it wasn’t too over-the-top. I could actually imagine most of these events happening, and because McCullough’s characters are all so realistic I cared deeply about them, worried for them, grieved with them, and smiled for them. There were many moments while reading where I found myself sitting up with my heart clenching, knowing what was about to happen would cause another bout of tears; and there were many moments too when I wasn’t reading where I caught myself thinking about them, wondering if they were going to be fine after all. I think that is a great testament to how powerful and epic McCullough’s story is.

Most importantly, I valued the internal struggles that each character faced. Written in a third-person’s POV, the writing seamlessly switches from an indifferent but omniscient outsider to an involved character in the book, hence we are given insights, both from a character’s perspective and from an observer’s viewpoint, into the depth of each character’s thoughts and emotions. As a result, it’s difficult to fully dislike any one character, because we understand their motivations, reasoning and thought processes behind their actions. To illustrate, I really wanted to hate Ralph (if you don’t remember, he’s the priest whom Meggie falls in love with) for his pride and ambition which drove him to forsake Meggie for his career – yet I understood that he himself had struggled to do so, that he wasn’t happy with his own decision either. Among others, there was also Fee’s blatant favouritism of Frank, Meggie’s (really stupid) decision to commit to someone else she didn’t truly love, and Frank’s desire to escape for independence despite his love for his mom. Each of these I disliked, yet I could empathise and understand where they were coming from. Truly, that is the beauty of a third-person narrative, and McCullough has utilised it so effectively that the readers get all the positives of a third-person perspective while somewhat retaining the benefits of a first-person narrative.

I also really loved the addition of religion, or at least love for God, into the story. I’m not a religious person at all – raised as a ‘casual’ Buddhist and now a free thinker, I don’t actually know much about Catholicism or Christianity – but I love the spirituality and romanticism of religion. Ralph struggles as a priest who wants to honour his vows to God. He loves God, strives to put God first, and is ambitious in his career in the church, yet being a priest had never really been a choice for him – it was a long standing tradition in his family for the second son to serve God. Ralph’s inability to reconcile his love for God to his love for Meggie ends up being his demise. If that’s not romantic (I mean, romantic in the most tragic way possible), then I don’t know what is.

I also appreciated the input of historical events into the novel, but I have no clue how accurate they are and am not particularly motivated to find out (The book is good enough already, doesn’t matter how historically accurate it is, it’s still going to be a good read).

PLEASE read this book. I also couldn’t help but watch the miniseries after that and it’s great but of course, the book is better.

Review: Fever series by Karen Marie Moning

I love fantasy – it’s one of my favourite genres – but I’ve always stuck religiously to Epic Fantasy and mostly avoided Urban Fantasy. The Fever series by Karen Marie Moning has completely changed my mind about urban fantasy.  I think I can learn to love that subgenre as much as Epic Fantasy, if only there are many more like the Fever series out there.

The Fever series starts when Mac‘s sister is murdered in Dublin, Ireland after leaving an alarming and cryptic voice message to Mac. Overwhelmed with grief and vying for vengeance, Mac travels to Dublin seeking answers to uncover the truth behind her sister’s murder. However, she is soon introduced to the realm of the Fae – while normal humans are unable to discern Fae from humans, Mac is able to see through their glamour – and learns that her world is nothing like she’d been brought up to believe.

As book summaries go, this is still a pretty obscure one. It doesn’t even begin to expound what in the world this book is about. But this is a series you should definitely go in blind. I don’t want to reveal too much because one great appeal of the series was how Karen Marie Moning (KMM) cleverly revealed, little by little, the world she created and the secrets each character hid. KMM’s Fae world was carefully layered with detailed history, captivating characters and unimaginable creatures, secrets, lies and manipulation. Throughout the entire series, KMM kept me busy hypothesising and theorising about what each character was concealing, about who or what each character was, or about what was going to happen. Like Mac, I felt like I couldn’t trust anyone, like I was constantly being kept in the dark and urgently needed to find answers.

Especially towards the end of the series, a lot gets uncovered and we finally know the truth behind each character. These carefully hidden secrets were mind-blowing, shocking, and definitely added more complexity into the story. I loved how KMM masterfully did it piece by piece, layer by layer – at first misleading us into thinking one way, then another and another, tricking us into a wild-goose-chase before finally unveiling the crazy truth that somehow makes sense.

With each book, the world just kept becoming more and more complicated, and the situations Mac found herself in became increasingly dire. That paved the way for Mac’s amazing character development. The rather frivolous, sunshine (and sometimes annoyingly daft) girl she was in book one (a.k.a. Mac 1.0) turned, with each book and each adversity she overcame, into the tough bad-ass woman she was in book five (Mac 5.0!) who learnt to save herself. In every book, she changed, somehow both gradually yet also significantly. There were times, especially in the last two or so books, where I worried that she was in such a bad situation that she’d give in to darkness and do the wrong thing. It was almost like a ticking time bomb, and I was just waiting for the moment where she’d somehow unleash all evil into the world (yes, that’s how dark this series turned into). But eventually she learnt to have hope. She learnt who she was. She learnt that evil is not a state of being, it’s a choice. Her strength and growth encouraged me.

And what can I possibly say about Jericho Barrons (the man who first introduces Mac into the Fae world) without understating his awesomeness? Sure, he’s ruthless and sometimes rude, but I have no qualms about him because he owns up to it. While he has his own secrets he wants to keep, he doesn’t pretend to be anything he’s not. He’s upfront and self-possessed. I liked him, but I didn’t love him… not until what he did for Mac at the beginning of Dreamfever (Book 4). I can’t reveal what because it’s a major spoiler, but he officially became one of my all-time favourite male characters. And I don’t often have favourite male characters.

I loved the consistency of KMM’s writing. All the books in the series were enjoyable for me, and not only that, they actually got better. That is a rare feat for a long series. I just had one problem that slightly reduced my enjoyment of the books:

The narration is sometimes a little (just a little) long-winded. The books are written in such a way that we know Mac is recalling it after all the events have happened. The narrative is retrospective; there are foreboding sentences like “But I didn’t know it back then” or “If I had known, I wouldn’t have…”, which while meant to increase tension and make readers nervous and worried, only irritated me because they were used too often. It is also introspective; that’s how we know so much about Mac’s character development and her thought processes as she uncovers each mystery. But while I love introspection in books, here it was sometimes repetitive, laid out in long sentences when just a single short one would have been enough. I skimmed through them most of the time. Of course, this might just be a personal problem because I’m a pretty impatient person… I’ve seen a few other reviews on this series and haven’t seen one having a problem with the narrative.

Overall, while KMM’s writing style and narration are not, in my opinion, flawless, I think this series is a solid 4.5/5 and a highly recommended read. I’m thoroughly impressed by KMM’s consistency in delivering 5 great books which grabbed my attention throughout (I read them back to back in the span of 4 days!), and by her meticulous world-building and great characters. Also, have I mentioned she has the best cliffhangers?! It’s not even annoying because she knows how to pace her books well.

Breakdown of each book’s score:

  1. Darkfever – 4/5
  2. Bloodfever – 4.5/5
  3. Faefever – 5/5
  4. Dreamfever – 5/5
  5. Shadowfever – 5/5

T5W: Children’s books & Childhood faves!

Top 5 Wednesday is a weekly meme originally created by Lainey, and now hosted by Sam. You can read more about it on the Goodreads page. This week’s topic is on the top 5 children’s book I loved and would recommend!

I think as a kid we all felt like our future held infinite possibilities and we could do anything we wanted, be anyone we wanted. Part of that is the reason why I believe children should read – to feed their imagination and spur their curiosity and wonderment of the world. Exposing them to different situations and ordeals via books will also, I believe, make them more prepared for the real world. I’m so grateful to my parents for encouraging me to read and ultimately nurturing a love for reading in me, and I hope this is still something that parents nowadays (and in the future) will continue to do!

Anyway, moving on to my top 5…

1. The Magic Tree House series by Mary Pope Osborne

Source: http://www.magictreehousebooks.net

The Magic Tree House was probably the first book/series that introduced me to the concept of fantasy, and it was also likely the first book that sparked my love for adventure. For ages 5-8, the series follows young siblings Jack and Annie as they travel back to the past and all over the world. In the first book, Jack and Annie discover the treehouse filled with magical books. Using these books, they can travel back to different historical eras. They soon meet the wizard Merlin, who sends them on missions everywhere. From the Amazon to Egypt to Japan, and from the period of dinosaurs to the medieval ages to the Great Depression, Jack and Annie witness and experience all sorts of historical events and cultures. I think this is an amazing series for children to learn and realise that the world they live in is even more complex, beautiful and full of history than they thought.

2. Maximum Ride series by James Patterson

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Ahhh Maximum Ride… It doesn’t have the best covers, but this is the one childhood series I actually still have all the books of. No doubt, the first few books were better, but by then I was already too into the series and characters to properly spot a flaw in the later books. The Maximum Ride series is about a small group (flock) of 6 kids who have wings on their backs. Yep, you read that right.. they’re 98% human and 2% bird, and they can fly. They’re clearly the (more successful) products of genetic experiments, raised as specimens in cages in labs and all that jazz. Not fun. Mercifully they’ve successfully escaped thanks to one of the nice scientists who ‘adopted’ them, but when he disappears they find themselves again being hunted by the people who created them. This series slowly evolves from them trying to escape, to trying to assimilate into the world and live their lives as normal kids, and then trying to save the world with the other ‘products of genetic experiments’ while avoiding the mad scientists who get crazier and more psychopathic with every book. Okay I know I don’t sound excited about this series at all, but it’s just that I’ve moved on and I feel like cringing whenever I think about how I gushed so much about these books. I loved this series because of the flock’s rapport and compatibility; there’s a lot about friendship, loyalty and betrayal in this series, with an added bonus that they’re all pretty bad-ass characters. As a kid I really treasured this series up till my early teens, so I still think it’s a great idea for pre-teens/tweens to try this one out!

3. Alex Rider series by Anthony Horowitz

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The Alex Rider series is a spy-kid thriller about 14-year old Alex, who after his parents’ death was raised by his uncle. But when his uncle dies, Alex learns that his uncle was a secret agent at MI6 who died on his mission. He soon realises that his uncle’s strict training of him – learning multiple languages, self-defence, … all sorts of skills you wouldn’t expect a young teenager to know – was for a reason, and Alex is thrown into the world of a secret agent. Alex is super smart and probably a genius for his adeptness as a spy, but of course as a kid the world was my oyster – I didn’t realise the extent of how unrealistic it was and simply loved how adroit Alex was. The books are fast paced, exciting and innovative – thrilling stories, a bad-ass yet relatable character and cool unthinkable gadgets. What more could a kid want? Good for pre-teens/tweens!

4. Kira-Kira by Cynthia Kadohata


I wish I could remember more of what this book was about, but this was so long ago that I can hardly recall anything except for the emotions the story overwhelmed me with. So I’ll just go the easy way out and use the goodreads synopsis:

kira-kira (kee ra kee ra): glittering; shining Glittering. That’s how Katie Takeshima’s sister, Lynn, makes everything seem. The sky is kira-kira because its color is deep but see-through at the same time. The sea is kira-kira for the same reason and so are people’s eyes. When Katie and her family move from a Japanese community in Iowa to the Deep South of Georgia, it’s Lynn who explains to her why people stop on the street to stare, and it’s Lynn who, with her special way of viewing the world, teaches Katie to look beyond tomorrow, but when Lynn becomes desperately ill, and the whole family begins to fall apart, it is up to Katie to find a way to remind them all that there is always something glittering — kira-kira — in the future.

5. Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. by Judy Blume

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This is a little like a children’s version of chick-lit. But that said, I think this can be a pretty helpful book for children (mainly girls) as it shares about insecurities, self-consciousness… all the pains of growing up and entering puberty. I loved this book because it was very relatable, and it was this book that got me ‘speaking to God’ for comfort as a kid. However, this book definitely doesn’t preach so if you’re a non-Christian, don’t worry – like I said, I’m not a religious person but I still enjoyed the book and who knows, you may start to understand better why some people turn to God or religion for solace.

Honourable mentions: The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams, The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart


(Sorry this is a pretty bad post, I was really tired and too lazy to edit but I wanted to get this done in time).

A hate letter to cockroaches, the bane of my existence

Dear Cockroaches,

Is your main purpose in life to traumatise innocent human beings?

If so, then congratulations. You’ve succeeded, 101%. Because there’s no denying how I (and many fellow humans) feel about your species. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not scared. I’m disgusted. I literally have bile rising up my throat staring at your form, whether dead, alive or struggling somewhere in between.

Does your very definition of dying valiantly with honour and pride mean to die in the hands of a human being? (Actually no, I can’t even use the word hands, because no sane person can even bear to touch your revolting body with their bare hands). Whether death through Baygon, newspapers, brooms, shoes, asphyxiation… Make no mistake, I don’t want to spare extra seconds looking at your revolting form, much less to kill you nauseating creatures. But you leave me with no choice.

Really… why exactly do you even exist? Are you really that useful in the ecosystem? Even lizards and bees are useful… but you cockroaches? Really? I have my doubts.

I can’t even begin to comprehend why you unworthy imbeciles can get off so easily by being able to reproduce through laying those damn hideous eggs. YOU SHOULD NOT EVEN BE ALIVE, SO WHY IS IT SO BLOODY EASY FOR YOU GUYS TO REPRODUCE?!

Please. Stop infiltrating and feeding off my family. Stop disturbing my precious sleep by making me paranoid and driving me to spend time at 2.30am spraying Baygon at you. Stop reproducing. If you really have to, go somewhere else. Like a forest or something that no one goes to at all. And actually, stay there for the rest of your meagre lives. Get your entire family of 4000+ species to migrate there. I don’t care if you build an entire empire of 999 billion cockroaches there, as long as you don’t try to come into human territory ever again.

I’m begging you, because I’m sooo grossed out.

And annoyed.

And disgusted.





Please, have some social awareness. You’re not wanted here.

Thank you very much.


This is a hate-filled rant I wrote a few years back when I was both furious and frustrated at being terrorised by cockroaches several nights in a row. Thankfully I managed to completely get rid of them a few days later, but I recently spotted a cockroach at home (OH NO!) which made me think of this hate letter again..

Hope you had fun reading it!