Wednesday 19 August 2015

Starting "Fangirl"

So...I've just started reading Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. I've read only 2 chapters so far, but I can tell it's going to be one of my favourites.
Here's the summary-

Cath is a Simon Snow fan.

Okay, the whole world is a Simon Snow fan...

But for Cath, being a fan is her life—and she’s really good at it. She and her twin sister, Wren, ensconced themselves in the Simon Snow series when they were just kids; it’s what got them through their mother leaving.

Reading. Rereading. Hanging out in Simon Snow forums, writing Simon Snow fan fiction, dressing up like the characters for every movie premiere.

Cath’s sister has mostly grown away from fandom, but Cath can’t let go. She doesn’t want to.

Now that they’re going to college, Wren has told Cath she doesn’t want to be roommates. Cath is on her own, completely outside of her comfort zone. She’s got a surly roommate with a charming, always-around boyfriend, a fiction-writing professor who thinks fan fiction is the end of the civilized world, a handsome classmate who only wants to talk about words... And she can’t stop worrying about her dad, who’s loving and fragile and has never really been alone.

For Cath, the question is: Can she do this?

Can she make it without Wren holding her hand? Is she ready to start living her own life? Writing her own stories?

And does she even want to move on if it means leaving Simon Snow behind?


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I'm really really liking this book. Anyway, I should probably just go back to reading. And yeah, I was thinking of writing a review after finishing the book. I hope I do write it, because I usually consider myself underqualified to write a review, which is stupid of me since I know anyone can write their views on a book, plus I can write anything on my blog. 

Anyway, have a good day. 

Bye!

Friday 14 August 2015

Walking in the Woods : A poem

Walking in the Woods

The twigs and leaves
cracked under his feet
but he moved along
noticing every weed

The sun climbed the horizon
and did so softly
He plucked thorns from himself
and moved along deftly

He looked at everything
yet saw nothing.
The melody inside his head,
the way she used to sing.

The pine leaves.
left spaces for sunlight to fall
And her voice, what reminded him of it,
was the bird's call.

~Punya