The Life Of A Random Dreamer

Warning: spoilers ahead. Read this review on GoodReads here . I didn't know I dreaded re-reading this book until I read the first word. In fact, when I saw the book on the curriculum for my English Literature course I was very happy to have a good excuse to read this beautiful book again. When I turned to the first page, I was excited. While reading, however, I realized maybe I shouldn't have been quite as excited. I realized a lot had changed in the three years since I last read it. I remember feeling happy after I first read the book. Not only did it have a beautiful form with all those illustrations, but it also had a beautiful message. Then, the book felt like a story, nothing more than that. But in the meantime, before reading it the second time, I've had to let go, just like Conor. Well, maybe not JUST like Conor; I didn't have to let my mom go, but still, I had to let go. And, as you will learn while reading the book, letting go is not easy. Not easy at a

When I was little, my parents used to have a car that had two windows in the roof, one above the front seats and one above the back seats. I spent many car-rides trying to decipher the shapes in the clouds and wondering what secrets the stars were holding. Sometimes I would even childishly wonder why the moon was always following me - I might have even called her my friend once upon a time. I don't know when I stopped thinking of her as such - was that before or after we got another car? Would she accept my friendship once more if I asked her? I must admit, I still sometimes puzzle whether she really is following me or not, as naive as it sounds. I truly hope I'll never lose the bit of childish wonder I have nestled deeply in my heart, but at the same time I'm afraid I will. I guess I should really befriend the boom again before it's too late.                                                                                        ~Please watch over me

Hey everyone, Here I am again, talking to you. About meat. Or actually, about less of it. See, together with some friends I have started eating less meat in the last year. One of my friends has actually been a pescatarian for about three quarters of a year now! I'm really proud of her and just, respect. I don't think I can ever make that step to not eating any meat at all. However, I did start eating less meat. When I actually cook just for myself, I cook without using meat. I will either go for meat substitutes, like vegetarian "burgers" and stuff like that, or I skip the meat altogether, opting for a more bean-based dish. Honestly, the only times I do eat meat is when I eat something someone else made for me. For example, when I go home during the weekends, my parents usually cook and they cook with meat. Why did I start eating less meat? Well, as I said, last year my friends were trying to eat less meat, which made me curious about vegetarian options, but not

Hi everyone, Wow, it has been a long time since I wrote a post on this blog.  Almost one and a half years, I guess. Believe me or not, but I have tried to start a new post every once in a while, but it just never seemed right. I never could think of something to write and even if I did manage to write something, I never could make myself hit the publish button. But here I am. I can't make any promises that I will write blog posts regularly from now on so I won't do that, but please remember that I do still realize this blog exists. So, what has been happening in my life the last one and a half years? Well, I'm still studying - almost halfway through my bachelor degree, unbelievable! And I still live in the same apartment. So, no major events in my life have really happened yet, not counting me getting my driver's license (for which you have to be 18 here). But they most definitely will: I am currently awaiting a confirmation on my application to study abroad the fi