One Day After Hogwarts


I’ve been reading Harry Potter for the past two weeks, going through every one of the books. Well, I finished last night and the sudden absence of the wizarding world is deafening. It was my intention to revisit my childhood, and not only did I do that–being able to read the books in order increased my understanding greatly.

One thing I paid attention to was the world building. Though sometimes the magic system confused me, I enjoyed seeing how various creatures existed hidden in our world. I noted how Rowling managed to sum up the previous books perfectly in the first chapters, so I wasn’t missing out on anything I needed to know. That’s a useful skill I should practice, summing things up.

To get all my thoughts together, I need a notebook and time. It feels like I just got back from a fantastic vacation and need to organize my memories. They will come soon enough, as I really do have a lot to say (there will probably be spoilers…)

Now I just don’t know what to read next. Maybe poetry. A different genre should do the trick.

Also, today was Ravenclaw Pride Day!


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The 25 Best Websites for Literature Lovers

Mariella Hunt:

Definitely worth looking into these!

Originally posted on Flavorwire:

It’s an interesting relationship that book lovers have with the Internet: most would rather read a physical book than something on an iPad or Kindle, and even though an Amazon purchase is just two or three clicks away, dedicated readers would rather take a trip to their local indie bookstore. Yet the literary world occupies a decent-sized space on the web. Readers, writers, publishers, editors, and everybody in between are tweeting, Tumbling, blogging, and probably even Vine-ing about their favorite books. In case the demise of Google Reader threw your literary Internet browsing into a dark void, here’s a list of 25 book sites to bookmark. 

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A New Friend

I have something to blog about other than books!

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This little guy’s name is Robinson. He’s a guinea pig we adopted exactly a week ago. They’d left him at the pet store, and seeing him all alone made me very sad.

As of right now he’s rather frightened, but I’m sure over time he’ll get used to me and his new home. We’ve been reading about guinea pigs and learning the kinds of foods that are good for them. He’s a spoiled little guy–who can resist those eyes? Or the cute tuft of white hair on top of his head?

This blog is likely to have some guinea pig updates from now on because I’ve just got to share him with everyone!


With spring here, I even think of cleaning with new optimism (conveniently forgetting that every time I ‘clean,’ I lose something I need later.) The weather where I live has been absolutely perfect; I look forward to many long days reading out on the patio in the light of the sun.

I’m surprised and very excited by people suddenly wanting to read The Wishing Well. I’d forgotten it was on Wattpad when suddenly I got all these requests for me to update it. Even I don’t quite remember how the ending goes, so reading has been a pleasant experience for me too.

Also, I’m almost done with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows–at the end of my two weeks binge reading the entire series. I have a lot to say, but won’t start writing until I’ve read the last page. This book is hard on my heart…oh, the feels.

Hope March has been kind to you!

Well, hi there.

Leave it to me to disappear right when people start commenting more! (Thanks guys, I love you all, time to comment back!) It just never seems like I have anything new to say. Let me ramble about books.

I resolved to read the entire Harry Potter series again. I am up to book four right now, and I’ve been in the wizarding world for about three days literally lost in those books. They make me very nostalgic for times when I’d go see the movies with my friends–but I still haven’t seen Deathly Hallows Part II. Don’t spoil it for me! It gives me hope that I still have a bit of that magic left to discover.

A few days ago I went on a book shopping spree. Here’s what I got:

I must think I’m some kind of scholar. The Novel is a huge book about the history of the novel in the English language (Hermione must have rubbed off on me a little.) I figured as a writer it would be useful to know. And Dictionary of Imaginary Places is simply a joy to skim through. I was hesitant to get it at first, but now I am so glad to have it on my shelf! It’ll definitely come in useful someday!

I really want to make more of an effort to keep a reading journal. So many of my favorite adventures took place in a book! They made me think and left lasting impressions. Since I carry my phone around more than a notebook, I have been using the Day One journal app, which stores my entries on all devices. Pretty handy!

I will also try to share some of my thoughts on here. When I finish the Harry Potters, I think I will need to fangirl a little!

With the weather improving here, I’m eager to see plants grow and spend more time outside. What are your Spring plans?

A Bad Habit

MissPeregrineCoverIt’s easy to feel like a terrible writer when comparing myself to other, more experienced people.

For instance, I recently finished Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children and made the mistake of pulling up my manuscript for a skim. This is a mistake I need to stop making, and a horrible cycle.

Thing is, I know I’ll never write like them. First of all, my favorite authors are older than me (if not dead.) I’m probably not going to write with the skill of a thirty year old at twenty-one, not unless I develop mad talent.

Not to mention the books I love most are classics. I’m talking Charles Dickens, with the beautiful vocabulary and seamless ability to paint a picture…

Secondly, everyone has a different style. Trying to mimic another style will only sound forced and unnatural, but when that style is so much smoother, it’s hard to remember that.

Struck with insomnia last night, I couldn’t help wondering if it gets easier. Do you accept your own writing when you’re older? Is there a point where you find contentment with your style?

secret_life_of_bees_grandeIf so, I’m not even close. All my rewrites are proof of that. I know I’ve improved–when I’m not comparing myself to Sue Monk Kidd, my writing isn’t that bad (I hope…)

Maybe I should create a policy of not reading other books when I’m writing something .

One thing I do know–even if my works now aren’t absolutely brilliant, they’ll give way to improvement as I grow. That’s why comparing myself to Charles Dickens isn’t going to work; the situations are different.

January is over, and cold weather clearly left me reflective. Now the days have become mysteriously warm; I suppose the frost of winter thawed so I can actually ask these questions.

What do you do when reading a book makes you feel painfully untalented? Does growing older make it easier?

Coffee, Words With Friends, Publishing

I haven’t had a Friday go by so quickly in a long time. I’ve spent it watching Modern Family, playing Words With Friends, and drinking too much coffee. Now I’m going to use this energy to write a blog post and breathe a bit of life into this site.

Yesterday I was productive and successfully made lemon pudding while asking Syd for instructions all the way from China while she worked on my book cover prototype (thisissoexciting.)

A few days before that, I got my copy of Coldplay – Live 2012, but the box is shattered because the sender packaged it inadequately and a huge chunk of it even came off. The discs do work, but honestly, boxes are important too. How hard could it have been to find a little box? *shakes head*

But this week I found a few more beta readers for Dissonance, because the project is back on. I edited so much last year that it left me panicky and scatter-brained, so come December I was near breakdown–not good. Now, after my awesome betas get their last critique to me around Valentine’s Day, I’ll create a new release date based on when I finish that polishing. I suppose that’s why I wasted my Friday watching television and playing Words With Friends. I know things speed up in the next few weeks.

This is exciting. Also, I keep thinking of 6 or 7 letter words I could use. Report. Puerile. Empath. Social. Publish.



Too bad I usually forget those when I’m actually playing the game.

And I’m sure this winning streak will fade when the effects of the coffee do.

I hope your January was great!

Banana Pudding

I made banana pudding.

Because you can only scroll Pinterest for so long before caving at a yummy idea.

I don’t know if the pudding tasted great, but my second helping seemed tastier than the first. Maybe I was just sick of smelling bananas the first time.

My mom helped. Thanks, Mom! ♥

This is the recipe.

Maybe this year I’ll make more pastries, pick up a different hobby. If I can just find what I’m looking for and be ready to fail (I am a beginner) it can’t be bad, right?



Here is a picture of me with my creation. (I just read Frankenstein so it felt really weird to say that.)

  • Yes, I’m in pajamas. They’re cozy.
  • I’m an insomniac and look like one.
  • But I was so proud!

I hope January has treated you well!

Journaling & Cluttered Minds


There are so many books on my shelves, I literally don’t have a spot for another. This is where eBooks become useful. I have a cluttered personality which reflects in most of the things I do.

All my journals really consist of are random snatches of prose and quotes. They’re collections of words I stole from other people, occasionally melting them into my own work.

Will I remember any of these as an older person? Probably not. That’s why I’m writing them down. The words we read help shape us, and my collection of quotes will take me back in a very special way.

Are you a tidy person? Do you keep a journal? If so, what do you find yourself writing most?

“If you take a book with you on a journey, an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it…yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.”

— Cornelia Funke, Inkheart