Antics and ramblings of a twenty something

Hello, Tonight I want to write whilst I'm still feeling pretty raw. Partly because it'll help right now to get how I feel down and partly because this way it'll be as up front as possible and I want to be completely honest, or else to me, there is no point writing at all. Right now I'm not feeling really really down when I say "raw", as I've mentioned before I never am, I'm extremely lucky to never really struggle in that way, but just tonight, right now I am sad. Sad because I miss things being simpler. But I can also see that it is normal to feel this way in what I'm about to explain. Again, I'm not apologising for writing about personal things, but I'm not writing at all for attention; whether people know you're ill or not it doesn't make you better. I just really hope in being truthful, that even if just one person out there has felt the same and has never heard that someone else feels this way, that they find some co

Book Review - The Book Thief 5/5 stars So, considering this is not only my first proper post after introducing this blog, never mind my first book review, some of you may be thinking-is she crazy?! Giving a book the highest rating (on my own self actualised scale admittedly, stop laughing). But yes, I do not go back on this rating. To me, 'The Book Thief', being one of the best books I've read in my life so far, deserves every one of those five stars. Set in pre Second World War Nazi Germany, The Book Thief is a tale of plight, of bravery, of love and of the significance of words. When Orphan Liesel Memminger leaves behind her old life shaken by fear, she finds shelter in the hands of Hans and Rosa Hubermann. Along the way finding love in many forms, and the beauty held in words, this is a story not just of Liesel but of everyone in the town of Molching; from the rich to the poor and the respected to the outcast. I was given the book as a present a couple of days aft

Hello, I'm feeling pretty nostalgic and excited all at the same time. Some of you that have bothered to read my ramblings before (thank you so much) will have noticed this is a brand new blog. I feel partially sad and partially in the right to begin a new one. For some time I've realised that my writing style is changing and the subject matter that I want to be writing about is too. I love music and don't get me wrong, I'm sure I'll be discussing it no-end on this (admittedly, not very skilfully titled blog- my lack of imagination failed me today), but I think I want to discuss other things. I'm not quite sure what yet, possibly travel, possibly book recommendations- who knows?! But when you know..you know..you know? ;). Also a contributing factor in my decision, although admittedly minuscule, is the debate of whether I can really call myself a "youth" anymore? I know at 20 I'm certainly not over the hill just yet, but after starting 'Anthem