Being a Reader In a Non-Reading World


Every time I find a fellow reader I am filled with surprise. It actually pains me to feel that way. I both know and don’t understand why my knee jerk reaction to meeting another human being who loves to read is surprise. It’s as though I have lost my faith for humanities ability to read for pleasure. This feeling is born frim my school experience, where as I furthered from grade to grade, my love for reading grew and for others it became practically  non-existent. 

There were so few people in my high school that enjoyed reading that it made me want to cry. English class and reading assignments were met with groans, (though for a majority the only reading that was done was provided by Sparknotes) if it was a book and school related there was no reason for it to be read. I will however admit, that I am not speaking about my entire class, but the loud collective groan responding reading another chapeter of Tess of the D’Ubervilles or any other piece of literature in ap lit. 

There were little gems in that class that actually read and they all made me so happy that I was often filled with a desire to give them a hug (I would probably have weirded them out if I followed through with that). People who actually discussed the book and answered questions and sometimes actually enjoyed it! *gasp*  

The problem is those memories that slowly formed shaped the way I thought about how anyone I came into contact with read. I hate that when I talk to someone and they meantion that they read they are met with a strong almost accusational “You doooo!?!?!” I wish I responded with more chill conversation like, “That’s awesome! What kind of books do you like to read?” Or “Me too! What are some of your favorite reads?” Or just something a lot nicer. 

I want to believe in readers and I want to be able to communicate like a normal human being again. It’s almost like my high school experience has made me cynical, not allowing me to feel comfort in the fact that there are readers out there in the world that I may meet in real life. I just have to cut out my disbelief and believe. There are readers out there. Many of them are reading these words now. I have to stop thinking of reading as a dying thing. There are more readers out there than I think, at least I hope so. 
Let me know your thoughts. Do you ever feel surprise when you meet a fellow reader? Tell me your stories. I’m hoping I’m not the only one. 


Thank you for reading!


-Till next time!

The Sacrifice by Indrajit Garai: A Review 


The Sacrifice by Indrajit Garai

My Rating: 4 stars

Publisher: Self-Published 

Published: August 25, 2016

Received: ebook from the author 

Purchase: Amazon

In this collection, meet: 

Guillaume, who gives up everything to protect his child; young Mathew, who stakes his life to save his home; and François, who makes the biggest sacrifice to rescue his grandson.

The Move: 

This beautifully written short story follows Hugo a young boy who wishes to be exactly like his father, Guillaume who is doing his best to keep his farm for his son, and all their animals, cows, a loyal guard dog, and an aging goat. I never had a clue that I was going to fall in love so deeply with these characters and be so devestated by the problems they face. There is a simple happiness in this story and that is something I truly appreciate. 

The Listener

This one in particular broke me on the inside. Mathew is a boy who spends his time held in the arms of his favorite tree. One that holds bugs, a squirrel, and a Falcon nest. The boy’s compassion and dream to save his tree and the life it holds with it made my heart swell. That mixed with his selflessness both at home and in school and the terror of the Forrest Office created a story that spoke to me. This one is the one I will read again and again. 

The Sacrifice 

François is the sole provider for his grandson Arthur. They both live with little means with the money François had made publishing his first three books. François has written a new manuscript that he hopes would make enough sells to keep his grandson alive and well. The relationship between the boy and the man is so authentic it hurts. The boy believes in his grandfathers work more than anyone else and that made the story beautiful, the hardships made the story ring true. 

Thank you for reading! I hope you take a chance and read this collection of short stories! They hurt, but held inside them is a hope. A hope placed in the children that are the backbone of our future. The writing is expertly developed and is created to move you. Let yourself be moved by The Sacrifice. It is good for your soul.
As always, let me know your thoughts in the comments below. 

Till Next time! 

What are you Reading? Wednesday


Last completed:

Today I just finished reading The Diviners by Libba Bray, it is something that I am proud of, because of this book I feel like I’m almost out of the kind of reading slump that wasn’t really a reading slump I was in. This book was amazing and I hope to get a review up for it soon! 

Current read:

I’m finally moving on to read The Sacrifice by Indrajit Garai. A collection of short stories surrounding the idea of sacrifice that I am really looking forward to reading. This collection comes from a French self-published author whom I am excited to hear the voice of. 

On the horizon: 

A few books that I hope to read soon that are high up on my Tbr are: Freeks by Amanda Hocking, A Fine Imitation by Amber Brock, The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon, and This Beats Perfect by Rebecca Denton. The most likely to be read first is This Beats Perfect by Rebecca Denton, it is an arc I received from a giveaway hosted by the author and the story sounds too good to resist! 
P.s. Dear friends, I am sorry this post is rather shorter then usual, I wanted to create an update of some sort and being sick puts a damper on what you feel up to. Sleepy and hoping for a quick recovery, Tiana Wolfe. 

-Till next time! 

Writing A Novel, Phase 1: Research


In this post, I am both announcing and discussing something that I am incredibly excited and proud of, the start of my new novel project. 

In my New Years Resolution 2017 post, I meantioned that one of my goals was to finish the first draft of a novel idea that I am incredibly excited for, this post is to layout how I am going about starting it. 

For now the story and idea is under wraps, but what I am willing to say is that this book is a contemporary piece and the main character has a certain mental and physical struggles that they must go through, that are a huge focus of the story. 

In order for me to be able to start writing this story authentically, it means that I must do a lot of research and discussion before I can feel more comfortable writing about this issue. So to begin, I am outlining Phase 1: Research. 

I am beginning this process by looking on YouTube for videos of people who have personally experienced the things that I am writing about. (I hope to eventually contact and converse with a few of those I watch about any questions that may come up) 

I decided to contact my colleges librarian today about where to go to find better research for what I will be writing about and she was a huge help in pointing me to some books, databases, and other sources for me to take a look at and read. I’ve never actually felt so excited to research something in my life. The motivation of what I want to create makes it all worthwhile. 

I hope to soon delve into the many articles and books surrounding the central focus of my story. I can’t wait to let you all know more as my story progresses, but I want to leave it to mystery for now, as I haven’t fleshed out enough of the story yet. 

Gosh, I am so excited! Thank you all for reading! I hope to keep you all updated soon. Let me know what you think in the comments below. Any advice you have for me for my start in the journey of creating a book is well appreciated. 

-Till next time! 

I Read to be Shaken Up


I feel as though I have been enlightened to a truth about myself that I hadn’t ever thought about, but feels so right. I have thought about why I read before and I thought I had answers, but nothing encompasses my reason why more than the quote above from Jennifer Donnelly’s “A Northern Light” 

What I live for in books is to be shaken up. To see the truth of things. To live in the life of someone different. To understand another’s perspective, but also for the enjoyment and contentment the fantasy and the reality combined. 

The books I carry with the deepest of affections in my heart carry important truths. They have shown me what fractions of the world is like (I say fractions because the world is larger and more maltifaucted then I ever could understand). They have inspired me to think. 

I am only half way through “A Northern Light” and it has shaken me up. These words have reminded me why I love “Tess of the D’Ubervilles” by Thomas Hardy,  a true tragedy I love for how it makes me feel. It shook me. It gave me so much hope and so much dispare and the feelings felt so raw and true. 

“A Northern Light” has made me fall even more in love with books, reading, and writing. I didn’t think that was possible! It has reminded me of why I feel so much joy at reading a book that makes me feel, well, any emotion really. If a book plays me like a fiddle and inspires terror, hope, sadness, joy, wonder, loneliness, sorrow, peace, or even anger, I will probably defend that book to the dear and say how much love I have for it because it shook me and made me feel, because it made me fall in love with the character, the world, and the well-being of those who do not exist and that for me is what is so powerful and amazing about books. 

Books have changed my life. They have opened up my mind and heart to so many different people and ideas and understanding just by not being afraid to be written as they are, full of truths, the worlds truths, the individual persons truths. I read because it reminds me that the person sitting next to me has their own life, and dreams, and sorrow, and hope. Every human being has their own book in life, and everyone deserves to have it written, should they want it, to be understood, if they wish for it. 

I read because it makes me feel connected to others on a visceral level. It has inspired in me more compassion and want to do good than any other thing in my life ever has. Books have helped me see who I am by igniting a fire in me for words, for people, and for humanity. 

I realize now that because of books and authors and being shaken, I can never be as I was before I had books. I wouldn’t regonize a me without books, because I don’t think there is a way that I could have grown as much without them. I wouldn’t care as much as I do, and life would feel grey without it. 

I believe with all my heart that words are a beautiful power. A power that changes those who allow it to touch their hearts and to be understood. 

-Till next time.