Sagrada Familia – in which I recommend something and write nothing about Barcelona

Hello people

Welcome (back)

I’m here to talk mostly about my life today, no excess of bookish stuff, but artsy stuff going on – fun fact – I actually mess around with brushes paper and paint when I don’t read and I’ve been loving Antonio Gaudi since I was 10, I think. Just so you know.

NOTA BENE (in which I am going to recommend you some things the whole world has already heard about, probably *better late than never*)

I want to share something with humanity. I found these pretty epic, e p i c , E P I C things to listen to today, while searching numerous variants of “He’s a pirate” because today, people, 16th of June ’15 I watched the first “Pirates of The Caribbean” film and “awesomeness” is the best word to describe it. I don’t know about you, people, but I love Jack Sparrow forever and I honestly believe Will Turner is kind of more beautiful than Legolas. I don’t know yet,we will see. So. While overusing YouTube in order to find some epicness to listen to, we (me and my lovely lovely friend) stumble upon this “almost-weird-but-not-that-weird-because-internet-offers-us-way-weirder-variants” type of name – “Two Steps From Hell” – and we are like “Um, I don’t know, what type of music can such a name inspire? But, know what, the pictures are cool, let’s give it a try”. And damn, I am so fantastically happy that we did because – 1. I figured I love this type of music – it is liquid inspiration and such a lovely base where your imagination can start doing its own nice work. , 2. We realized that THAT song from absolutely every cool movie (or maybe not, but I don’t know, that particularly familiar song) is called “Heart of Courage” and it was like “Woah, I feel like I’ve lived under a rock for a while, but that is totally fine, I am illuminated now.” aaand 3.I want so badly  to save the world after listening to these for a while. Save the world or write an epic fantasy crucial for humanity series. Save the world, write a humongous and wonderful set of books OR read one. But, the urge to save the world right now is unbelievable. Really, go on YouTube, find this channel and try something random, all seem pretty.. you know, making you want to be fantastic type of things. So they are great and you’ve probably heard of these a gazilion years ago but for my fellow hobbits, here you go. Also, check out Mozart’s “Lacrimosa” is so unbelievably beautiful that it made my heart shrink and expand repeatedly. So beautiful it leaves a hole in your stomach. So beautiful your inner tiny world crumbles for a while.

So, if you feel in the mood of being the totally capable of saving the world human being with a huge soft spot for Mozart and art, check these out. They might make your day the same way they made mine.

I am pretty incoherent today, But I am pretty happy as well so I guess incoherence goes just fine with joy.

Also, I wanted to mention that I read “The Night Circus” by Erin Morgenstern (lovely name, lovely name, you are even more welcome if you get what I’m saying ) the other day and liked it a lot – not like a love story or fantasy story working by itself, but like a fantastical love story between the circus and the reader – all about the ambiance in this book and I loved that. When I decide to shut this device I am writing from down and get my kindle near, I plan on starting a dystopian series by Marie Lu, called “Legend”, I think ( that is the name of the first book, anyway and people seem to enjoy it loads, I hope I like it as well). I’ll see.

Anyway. That was all.


“An Ember In The Ashes” by Sabaa Tahir – Book Review

I have read quite a lot this past month, mostly trying to achieve my kind of not-that-realistic-47-fantasy-books-over-the-summer-break-TBR. And I feel like things have been going on really well because I am almost a third through and on the point of hiring myself a troop of mental cheerleaders. Joke. I am bad at jokes, you see.

The fact is , when you read so much fantasy ( or so much in general, I don’t know about you but such levels of awesomeness sometimes overwhelm me) you may get the symptoms of too much instant travelling, starting with dizziness and red eyes and maybe a headache. Only maybe. I haven’t figured out if that dreadful headache was caused by books or lack of sleep. I have no idea.

So, yesterday I was really in the mood for a book I’ve heard about online – it was really hyped and really well rated around booktube and such – and have read some pages of, a while ago. And I have to be honest, those few chapters really caught my eye back in May, but who had enough time to do some proper research and grab the book ?  Well, not me. But months later the attraction became truly unbearable and here I was, 10 am Sunday morning, tea in one hand and Kindle in the other ( don’t take me wrong I totally prefer the book and the pages and all, but here in my little European country full of vampires this book is far faar away from being translated and the shipping costs would be kind of overwhelming, so here I am, over using my precious * insert Gollum voice here* kindle).

And the fact is, I can say it now, almost 24 hours later, having finished it last afternoon, “An Ember In The Ashes” by Sabaa Tahir proved to be a breath of fresh air – it wasn’t lovely or nice or whatever way you name a book that is soon to get out-of-the-way of your freaky thoughts  – nope, it was great. It didn’t  hit perfection for me , but I had trouble putting it down to eat or sleep or do whatever normal people do. It was engaging and thrilling and successfully written, with fair amounts of all the things I have expected of it – world building,character development, great premise and conflict, well-developed history of the universe itself, some romance here and there but what was even more fascinating was that the book didn’t focus on romantic relationships, but rather gathered depth through approaching every type of human interaction – from strong friendship to the sense of belonging, to deep loyalty to your leader and a true sense of what family feels like.

If you want to get into the book knowing nothing about the premise –  I really recommend that, it will develop your reading experience in an unexpected way – you should leave now, so that you don’t read further and get spoiled and whatever. I should add, tho, that I recommend this to anybody who has at least a mild passion for fantasy and history, doesn’t mind an acceptable amount of necessary violence and doesn’t want to grab this book for the love story itself or something like that. Goodbye, brave read who doesn’t want to know anything, you have my blessing!

20560137Now, getting to the part where I actually refer to the book – it is written in a dual point of view, following two characters – Laia and Elias, each close to the age of maturity , each having their struggles and things to prove – the fact is, their situations couldn’t quite have been more different.

For the reader to understand their positions, he needs to understand the world in which this novel is set – rather close from the perspective of atmosphere and social structure to the ones of the Roman Empire – it pictures the life inside the Empire of the Martials – a people of fighters that had gained the power over the whole continent ( I think, I am not quite sure when it comes to the geography, but I believe it is a GoT sort of thing, with some kingdoms ruled by one great source of power in one place and the free lands on another slice of land. ) Anyway, one of the people they have destroyed 5 centuries ago is the one of Scholars – a nation that had developed beautifully over the ages , valuing knowledge over all and building a fascinating civilization with a very vast culture. The fact is , their knowledge didn’t protect them from the Martial steel so they have become slaves of the Empire, most of them working for the Martials , trying to live in spite of the huge threaten any slight from of independence or intellectual development creates.

Now that the social context is clear, I feel rather ready to talk freely about the people and the thins that go on in this book. So, if you don’t want to be spoiled, leave now 🙂 and if you wish to find more extended opinions on this book after you will have read it, come back so that we can discuss together! byee !


Ok, so, I read the first few chapters and we have this Scholar girl whose brother is not exactly following the rules and she is too scared to talk to him openly about that and this to-become-a-Mask guy who has the only girl in the school as a best friend and who wants to desert as soon as school ends because Blackcliff is no Hogwarts and he doesn’t like the violence going on there and of course I think they are going to meet at some point and of course I know that would be the main ship of the whole book. But then at page 23 the massacre at Laia’s house happens and for a couple of seconds I am in shock when her brother tells her to run because, in my head , he wasn’t much of a kind person (the fact is, we don’t meet his character much throughout the book but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t well-rounded in the end because, like it or not, he has gained complexity through rememoration ).

From that point on, things start to spin – lots of things happen and they are written in such a nice fast paced way that implies a fair amount of character growth.

Deciding that her brother is in danger of rotting in a Martial prison, Laia decides to search help at the only people she can think of – The Resistance, the group her parents had successfully led years before , trying to fight the Empire but being finally caught and killed. Seeking help and receiving it only after reveling her true identity , she accepts to go on a mission that would “pay” for the time and man lost in the rescue mission of her brother – she has to become a spy inside Blackcliff, the military academy where the Empire’s most feared soldiers, the Masks, are trained, by becoming the slave of the Commandant – a cruel and vicious woman, lacking any kind of humanity you can think of ( a rather fascinating villain,tho).


Meanwhile, Elias is convinced to give up on his freedom plans by some freaky type of red-eyed, pale, immortal and extremely powerful and mind reader monk , one of the 14 of his kind , the only type of holy entity in the entire novel. He is elected to be an Aspirant, one of the four trying to pass the four trials imagined by the freaky monks in order to become the next Emperor of the Empire, a competition which he doesn’t want to win, for he knows that becoming the leader of such a cruel and messed up  thing would destroy his morality and principles and humanity and really doesn’t want that. He is an idealist and I like him for that, but he sometimes becomes so very ignorant to the obvious.


In the same time, Laia proves to be a very very strong main character – she really sees herself as a coward and has this big issue with not being enough like her mom, the Lioness, the great hero or like her brave brother she struggles to free from prison – but she actually is dauntless herself and so full of inner strength , it is almost beautiful – the way she goes through the dreadful treatment of the commandant and the way she sacrifices her chance to freedom in order to free Izzi prove what a badass she is.


Elias and Laia meet at one point, of course, and I was very pleased with the fact that their relationship didn’t grow into some sort of unnatural instant love, but rather into a ” We save each other, that is what we do.” type of thing. I really like the way they seem to understand each other and the sensitivity of this book was pretty much built ( as I sensed it) in their conversations of sorts or in the way Elias grew so protective of her, despite the fact that, in the end, his instinct to shield her from the evil messed his life a little bit more that necessary. I really loved the way she grew to represent something to him – hope, freedom, another way of living or holding yourself in one piece –  I can’t tell which yet.


All in all, I really liked this book, it hit 4.5/5 stars for me so maybe it will go even better for others, I recommend it to everybody that needs a quick but deep read , a fantasy story intertwined with all facets of human relationships. You might be warned that this fortunately isn’t a standalone so the story will go on next year as well!

* btw I haven’t made any of this edits, they are all created by awesome tumblr people *

“Shatter me” Series by Tahereh Mafi – Book Review


I’ve decided to write  about the “Shatter Me” series by Tahereh Mafi.

If you are even slightly familiar with the new YA releases of the past years , you might have noticed these books as they were really hyped and very well sold and gained some sort of popularity among the young dystopia readers, even only for their extremely beautiful covers and rather intriguing titles. Containing a total of three novels – “Shatter Me”,”Unravel Me” and “Ignite Me”- and two novellas – “Destroy Me” and “Fracture Me”, sold separatedly but also together under a new title – “Unite Me” – the series follows a basic narrative line of the genre – young girl with super powers discovers her inner strength and understands that her really messed up world is not that messed up so she saves it and so we have a nice ending for everybody.

What actually makes the difference here and constantly overpowers  the plot itself when it comes to meaning and importance are the characters and the writing style that actually manages to save this whole story from two potential threats that the plot typology itself implies – 1. a non-human-lacking-a-heart-or-a-conscience type of heroine and 2.a fast-paced but very dull narration.

I can confess that, while the plot was mostly intriguing, kind of familiar at times, but not truly fascinating, and the world building was not underdone, but, once again, bore the main characteristics of the basic dystopian universe, what I really really enjoyed about this book, leaving alone the unique reading experience that the beautiful writing style was generating, was the wonderful character growth. Seeing the protagonist, Juliette, overcoming her huge fear of herself and crossing the path to confidence and dauntless self exploration was very enjoyable as, at first, we are placed in the head of  a very scared girl who is unable to hold herself up or to understand her true identity.

The romance included in this book was enjoyable because of the amazing way in which it is approached. I mean , the author has to deal with the perspective of an unable to decide 17-year-old hormonal girl and does it in a way that should be praised –  instead of weird cliche type of things, the relationships develop in an intense way, but we get our insight of it deliver in metaphors and wonderful quotes to write on a sticky note and place right in front of your desk. Yes, it might be cheesy for some, but it is undoubtedly beautiful and the feelings that this book deliver are various and palpable and the visuals the author creates are amazing.

On the other hand, as we evolve through the series, it is easily noticeable that the writing style slightly changes and, by book 3, new characters are introduced and a new type of humor and over all optimism replaces the initial despair that was radiating through the pages , so I found myself laughing out loud while reading these books and earned a couple of odious gazes from normal people.

This was it for the absolutely spoiler-free review, not even the synopsis is included above because I really recommend you read this book without knowing what to expect because it will make the whole thing a lot better. So if you don’t want to be spoiled, even slightly, I suggest you stopped reading right now, because I plan on further analyzing the books individually and I don’t want to be the one to destroy some innocent’s reading experience.


“SHATTER ME” – Book No.1

“I am nothing but novocaine. I am numb, a world of nothing, all feeling and emotion gone forever.
I am a whisper that never was.”

Remember when I said that the visuals are amazing? Well, here you have some sort of proof and a very very nice but utterly depressing quote. So.

This novel basically follows the story of Juliette, a young girl with a super power, that being that her touch is lethal. Obviously, not being ever touched by anybody else has led to a horrible childhood, ostracization and a whole deal of social and psychological problems that scarred her deeply and really attacked her fragile balance. The fact is , in the book present tense, Juliette is held in this creepy asylum for people with mental health issues and hasn’t talked to anybody for 264 days when a cellmate is brought in – a boy she knew from her school years, maybe the only friendly human being she had ever encountered.

What happens next, the ways people want to use her as a weapon in their sick war and how she earns the ability and the strength to fight back, is included in the fast paced full of full news and occasional humor of the last two thirds of the book.

The writing reflects the characters issues very well – it is incoherent at times, there are passages cut like this showing  her lack of stability and confidence that makes her reluctant to accepting her own feelings or thoughts.

“I always wonder about raindrops.

I wonder about how they’re always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It’s like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn’t seem to care where the contents fall, doesn’t seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors.

I am a raindrop.

My parents emptied their pockets of me and left me to evaporate on a concrete slab.
Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me


When in comes to book no. 2, “Unravel Me”, the main feeling I can recall when thinking of reading the first part of the book is a mild form of frustration because we are somehow introduced to some sort of an “America Singer” situation (if you read “The Selection”, you know and understand the struggle of  a young woman who can’t bring herself to decide between the two corners of the love triangle) and also we have to face Juliette’s inability to embrace her power and shape it so that she can help her new people , but these two elements are inserted in a way that generated empathy and understanding and a whole new level of attention to the shape shifting process Juliette’s mind goes through.

Without going much into the plot itself, I really want to point out the highlights of the book for me, at least, starting with the new level of world building that proved itself satisfying when talking about credibility in this book – the fact that we learn some basic things about the way the Energy works and have a great insight on Omega Point’s way of existing is great. Also, Juliette’s translation to new, powerful individual is delightful in the same way discovering what lies under all the layers Warner has surrounded himself with struck me as a revelation. But, for me at least, the most enjoyable proof of Tahereh Mafi ‘s great talent was Kenji. He is, for sure, my favorite character in this series the way humor and strength and intuition and super powers are linked to shape such a personality is beyond my comprehension. He is the main reason for which the depressing element o this book is way more ameliorated than the first one’s, and that is great for character building, the way I see it. All in all, it was a really enjoyable read and defined the arc on which the story goes -it gave me the feeling that the final point of the books was to bring out and highlight Juliette’s strength and any human being’s potentiality , in fact, to put himself or herself up and build a broken self into a new powerful one.

“Loneliness is a strange sort of thing.
It creeps on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes by your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones, squeezing so tight you almost can’t breathe. It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out of every corner. It’s a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you’re struggling to stand up.
You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. You fail to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin. You doubt you doubt you doubt.
do I
don’t I
should I
why won’t I
And even when you’re ready to let go. When you’re ready to break free. When you’re ready to be brand-new. Loneliness is an old friend stand beside you in the mirror, looking you in the eye, challenging you to live your life without it. You can’t find the words to fight yourself, to fight the words screaming that you’re not enough never enough never ever enough.
Loneliness is a bitter, wretched companion.
Sometimes it just won’t let go.”
Tahereh Mafi (Unravel Me (Shatter Me, #2))

there went another emotional yet really beautiful quote 🙂


The time has come to talk about the last book. Which I really enjoyed but which didn’t quite fulfill my expectations – I feel like I need more of an explanation or a “Mockingjay” sort of epilogue or anything,for that matter, that can make me understand.

Don’t take me wrong, it was a good book. It made me feel something and I think that for such book there is the point, in feeling something. But. But. It also left me waiting for more and maybe the story required an open finale so I’m going to go with it. Moving further to the actual content of the book, I can say it was even , balanced and fulfilled my predictions when it came to the great magnificent development of Juliette’s power and her relationship with Warner turned out really beautiful. All in all, it was a good final book – not a spectacle of feelings and emotions and rage and the huge war I was expecting, but a novel that did leave many doors opened and many questions to be further asked, but in the refreshing way of inciting your imagination to a great extent.

I still had some issues with the relationships around here, tho, because they turned more and more twisted and I couldn’t actually forget their initial abusive tendencies and it was kind of creepy in the end if you analyze it retrospectively – some people seem to love how the romance in these books turned out and I am not the person to argue but I didn’t come here for the romance in the first place anyway.

So, all in all, I’d sum all this huge block of text up by saying that I really enjoyed reading this series, it had one of the most unique premises I’ve met in a while, the writing style so so beautiful and some of the characters very well formed and rather nice people to spend my last couple of days with , but I didn’t blow me away. I recommend this to anybody who finds joy in YA dystopias – like “Divergent” , for an obvious example- and can stand a girl very poetically talking about her feelings.

It rained today

It rained today. And, God, I was so thankful for that. So happy. God. It rained.

And it is not like I haven’t seen rain or water for a decade and I’ve already passed the evanescence of my body because of scorching  heat and I am some sort of desert dust now and it is not like I was thirsty to death and it is not like I am some stupid sort of mermaid that had traded her gorgeous teal hair and golden eyes for two stupid legs and desperately needed water pouring out of the sky because she’d realized the human prince is a mess and so is the human world and she wanted to take it all back. No.

I just prayed for rain. Because sun , so much sun, so much heat, so many burnt people and so much reddened skin and so many sunglasses and so much rush and such long days and so many things that smell like summer and pity -they all exhaust me. And then it rained. Heavily , like east and west had decided to break up right in the middle of the sky and take all the substance with them in opposite directions. Like the sky was colliding inside itself. Beautiful.

And the people, the stupid people, they were running, their bags clumsily put on their heads, as if they were afraid that their painted or white or braided hair will grow along with the rain, to the earth, in long and heavy and guilty strands that will wrap around them and drag them down, down, down. And I can’t understand people’s fear of rain, of water, of wind, of nature. I don’t understand what in this world could be wrong with having your hair messed by the wind or having a leaf caught in your braid or getting mud on your feet or green grass on your legs. I can’t comprehend how we lock ourselves in our oh-so-loved fortified castles of civilization and forget how to let the toxic air we exhale out of our fortresses and into the earth and into the braided bones of earth and rock.

And I don’t say this as a human being living in the woods in the company of deer and books (even if I wish I had). I say as a freaking human being.

And a pluviophile. Dendrophile. Nyctophile. Astrophile. Thalassophile. Photophile. Chionophile. (This is a whole enumeration of beautiful words and they might sound as weird as I feel overdosing this post with Latin related syllables.)

I like sunrises and bad weather and cold and light I love light sometimes when it is just as cold as me and not insistent and not wanting to read the whole of who I am.

But I hate sun. And warmth and heat and it rained today. It rained on me today and in the streets of the little town I was in, talking to my teacher about my essays and homework and how ink spills. And then, it was raining on the trees that are stationed on the ridiculously hollow avenue I waited my bus on. There was heat still lingering in the bus, tho, heat and dust, but there were few people and the windows were cold and it was raining.

I’m sure you don’t know what actually struck me and left me sad and in awe and made me write this. I was in my seat,in the bus, the one near the cold window, “The Master and Margarita” by Mikhail Bulgakov open on my knees and the bus was passing some fields on the way home because the village I live in is really nice and surrounded by fields and fields and a quite nice river and woods, and on that earth I could see beyond my cold window were sunflowers. Thousands of sunflowers and all were so disorientated and so lost because the sun had been swallowed up by my rain and I didn’t have the time to feel guilty for them – all of them were bathing in mesmerizing air with their petals facing the earth but I swear , for a second, I swear they seemed kids, kids morning a time not spent but wasted kids woken up after a deep and silent sleep kids of small light and fires. And I swear it was the saddest yellow thing I’ve ever seen.

Summer Manifesto

I am not really sure how summer holidays are set around the world , but I know that in my tiny, full of vampires and dragons south-eastern European country, the humongous summer break starts at the end of June and ends mid-September. Almost 3 months. Out of which almost 4 weeks  have passed. That means that I have another 10-11 weeks to fulfill my summer goals and cross all the things on my oh-so-fancy-and-yolo summer bucket list. Joke. I don’t have a bucket list going on because I can’t make myself write one or think of a number of things to do during this summer. Or any other summer,for that matter. Or this year. Or before I die. So, taking into account my inability to write a crazy and nice bucket list that isn’t totally cliche , the closest thing I have to such a thing is my Goodreads TBR shelf. Or the 2015 Reading challenge on which I am 5 books ahead after entering the summer holiday 17 books behind. I am proud of myself for that.

Anyway, the purpose of this post is not complaining about bucket lists or how everybody seems to love summer whereas all my enthusiasm has fled a couple off weeks ago when I started my very successful hobbit carrier and a very faithful relationship with my bed and my Kindle – I think I initially wanted to write about .. well I kind of can’t remember. So, instead of complaining, I think I’ll write a manifesto. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll make myself write that bucket list stuff. But it won’t be a list.

It will be my summer’s manifesto.


Summer Manifesto

I’ll try as hard as I can to become healthy and slowly heal my huge lack of balance and sleep and normality and human interaction. I’ll cross paths with my anxieties as often as possible, so that ,maybe, they’ll be scared enough of themselves to run away, instead of making me turn my back to my possibilities. I’ll read as much as I can and I’ll try to try various things – not only my usual rather contemporary comfort zone. And after reading weird masterpieces,I’ll try to write about them here and I really hope it is going to turn out well. I am going to free myself of this deep struggle of keeping up with all the masks I’ve drawn for myself. ‘Cause the time has come for balance. I am not the person of cheesy things , but I aim change. And maybe I’ll become a better entity walking on this claustrophobic planet, learning how to stop killing my time.

Funny fact, tho – killing your time doesn’t make you eternal.

Hello world

My name is Ana. And it is really difficult to write this post for the same cliche reason people have been evoking for ages when trying to say something coherent about themselves – I don’t know and I lack the ability to try to find out something pretty interesting or not-weird-at-all or in any way memorable to say about myself. For that particular reason, I’m just going to go with the basics, so that you can form a mental picture of who I am and this moment of “Ana-say-hi-to-the-internet” goes on smoothly. No lists, though. Even I find listing things about yourself a little bit over the top. Whatever, you may have different opinions. So.

I was born on the 13th day of one particularly hot summer. I have a middle name, but is just as common as my first one. I have a great family, but I mostly lack friends ( that might be a thing that happens because I apparently am too idealistic for this “big bad world”. Meh.)and, for that matter, any type of huge need for human affection that you could expect from a person my age in a society like ours. I love learning – and by that I don’t mean that I swallow whole physics textbooks as a hobby or in any way approve to the way our educational system is shaped. By learning I mean acquiring information about the universe around by any means and with any risks – I mean art and a deep admiration for nature or having late philosophical talks with somebody that gets the way you think. My life is pretty much gravitating around school, for I really used to enjoy it whole back in my middle school years, when some stuff seemed way more manageable. I’m in high school now and everything got pretty much way more chaotic than I’d thought. The fact is, despite having a decent middle school life ( especially when it came to interacting with other human beings , speaking up in class and all that fun stuff ) I used to dream of high school the same way other girls dream of the ideal guy. Wholeheartedly. Sure it would turn out to be the absolute best time of my life. And once again, by the best time of my life I certainly don’t mean parties or underage drinking or a whole new world of romantic encounters – nope,not at all. I dreamed of a new bunch of people that would actually stop being prototypes, some people in which I could see potential friends, some people that shared some of my too crazy dreams of being able to make my life count in some sort of way. Not that all my classmates are bad, some are kind of friendly actually, some are funny, some are people that feel comfortable sharing some of their time with me , talking about mostly useless stuff or fangirling over this and that. There are others, though, that go with the “respecting-the prototype-going-all-tumblrish-and-we-hate-each-other-but-why-does-it-even-matter-when-we-can-make-you-feel-terrible-our-squad-is-the-center-of-the*known-universe” type of thing. I don’t hate them, I don’t think I hate anybody at all, I just have to suffer because of them , once in a while, and the things that such people do or say regarding me came hunting my strong lack of balance during the summer holiday.


Ending my bigger than I initially intended talk about how delightfully much high school sucks from the social point of view when it comes to my lovely person, I will go on .

I inhale and exhale books and words and all and I regret nothing . I read because I probably am unable of managing this life in a grand way. I red because I need people to understand and to be understood by, I read because of my great fear of being trapped. A claustrophobia extended to planet Earth.  Leaving the self explanatory style aside, I have to admit that I read lots of things, but I currently have my fantasy period, though I highly enjoy everything that catches something in me, some sort of freaky part of my mind and drags it around the pages. I can’t totally suffer sloppy, useless, stupid romance, though, the same way I don’t agree with people judging books by being part – or not – of the prestigious group of classics – untouchable through time. Contemporary books can prove to be better than old literature , but I guess that is some sort of a taste discussion I am not ready to dive in. The important thing is, I am simply fueled by literature,in general.

What I hope I am going to write here is basically on the worthy topic of books and on the far less interesting thing that the way I understand life is.

Thank you if you read this.

so. hello again, world. i’m ana and i got a lot to tell.