I’ve made it to a quarter of a century. 25 looks a lot different to how 14 year old me imagined it to be, but different in a good way. I’m doing a PhD in a subject I love, I kick anxiety’s butt on a daily basis, I wrote a book (and found my lovely… Continue reading 25
Can this shocking new feeling be love, or is it electrickery? In a lowly side-show fair in eighteenth-century England, teenager Mim is struggling to find her worth as an act. Not white, but not black enough to be truly exotic, her pet parrot who speaks four languages is a bigger draw than her. But Alex,… Continue reading Review: The Electrical Venus by Julie Mayhew
I love words. Obviously, you may say. After all, I’m a writer. But words are so much more than…words. They have a magic kind of power. Some people pick words for a year ahead–a word that they will strive to live by. I love that idea. Unfortunately, I couldn’t choose one. After all, words are… Continue reading Words I live by
One of my goals for 2018 was to travel more. There are so many awesome places in Europe that are a short plane ride away, and I want to see them all. I utterly loved my trip to Edinburgh last year, and when my friend suggested we go to Amsterdam, I was 100% up for… Continue reading Three days in Amsterdam
I’ve been subscribed to Illumicrate ever since it started. Every box I’ve had has been exceptional, lovingly made and full of unique and beautiful bookish items (as well as some MUST READ books). Here’s what I got in the March edition: The Illumicrate box comes fast every quarter, and this time I was especially impressed… Continue reading Illumicrate: March 2018
A couple of years ago, one of my major bookish goals was to read more graphic novels. There’s just something about graphic novels that draws me in, from the artwork, to the story, to the characters. Gradually, I dipped my toes in, and although I am by no means a connoisseur, I have fallen head-over-heels… Continue reading Recommendations: 5 Graphic Books I Love
I don’t know why, but I see my anxiety as an incoming tide–constantly swelling & receding. That idea kind of comforts me. It didn’t used to comfort me. It used to torment me. I used to see it as some sort of defect–that I couldn’t ‘get over it’ + put it behind me. That I’d… Continue reading A wave of anxiety
