Skinny Bitch


What on Earth I had in mind when I requested this book on Bookmooch all those years ago? However, once I had it, I had no other choice but to add it to my to-read pile of books. Finally, I picked it up and decided to “get through with it.” It was the last book of my goodreads reading challenge, before I extended it.

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The Madness Underneath


I haven’t thrown a book against the wall for a long time. No matter how much I dislike it, I don’t really find it in me to be violent. It takes too much energy.When it comes to crappy endings though, I can be dangerously unpredictable.

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the Name of the Star


Few books leave me clutching the borrowed book in my hands, thinking how on Earth did I land on this one. As you can read on the cover, Cassandra Clare describes it as “A gorgeously written, chilling, atmospheric thriller.” I don’t agree. It was more than that.

The book cover gives a lot of information on the main story – murders that are taking place in London which are possibly Jack the Ripper’s. The best part? This is just the first book in a series.

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The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight


I had been longing to read this book for months, if not years. When I finally got it, it was not because I went searching for it, but because someone had just returned it to the library. What luck – I had been dying to read something with a cute title that promising.

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Suicide Notes


How many disappointing books people read in their life? I guess that depends on how “disappointing” is defined. Is it merely the bad style? The weak story line? Or is it the combination of these two and more?

After reading this book, I was mad for quite some time. I kept pacing around in the kitchen and drinking ridiculous amounts of cold water. Then I stomped home and hoped it would just miraculously feel better. It didn’t.

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where she went

When you read a lot, there’s bound to be a moment of “what next?” The lives of the characters continue outside the pages, the shelves grow lighter and you run out of books to read. Especially, if you’re a picky reader like me.

About a week ago, I was elected as a member of a board of directors to a not-so-small-but-not-quite-large organisation. “What have I gotten myself into?” I muttered to myself, as the results were announced. In fact, I only agreed to be a candidate because I thought I’m not popular enough to be voted in. The joke ended up being on me.┬áMy mother had only one comment on that: “Well, you’ve never liked new things.”


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if i stay


With some books, you run out of words to say before you even open your mouth. You want to hold them, hug them and keep all of the story to yourself. But when you do start talking, you can’t stop. The words flow out and everything is different. You are different.

I didn’t want to read this book at first. It seemed cold and fragile, and my icy fingers needed some warm pages to turn. “If only I was a few years younger when this book came out, I would have loved it.” I said. After all, with some books, your soul requires a certain kind of emptiness to be filled. And the book fits.

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unnecessary beginnings


As heavy raindrops fall like a grey curtain, there is nothing that I want more than wrapping myself in a blanket and cuddling up with a good book. Perhaps get a cup of hot chocolate, rest my head on a heavy hardcover and linger. It is decently cold here, the summer weather turned to early winter, so it would be perfect to warm this healing heart.

During the last few weeks, I’ve devoured more books than I’ve cared to remember.Yet I have hardly written a word. Today, I started reading Markus Zusak’s “I am the messenger” and I am halfway through. The ugly, neon pink sticky note marks the 51% of the book. The pages smell like dust.

I don’t borrow many books from library, preferring to stack up my own bookshelves. Taking care of them takes forever. Though there is nothing more comforting than that.