Yesterday I had the girls over for an early Easter celebration with food and cocktails. The perfect excuse for some yellow details. Here’s what I wore:
Necklace: ‘Strewn with Sunlight Necklace’ from Modcloth
Dress: An old favorite from Mango
Shoes: One of a kind from Lola Ramona
Bag: From Rude
I’ve actually worn almost this exact outfit on the blog before: a year and a half ago, I wore the same black dress and statement necklace, but with Lola Ramona boots instead.
Today has been a very lazy day. I woke up way too early because we switched to summer time (Mr. Boyfriend of course slept right through it). But it gave me a couple of hours with a book, some coffee and Wilcox. The weather has been shitty today, which suited me perfectly – then I don’t have to feel guilty about staying inside all day.
South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami
Because I love Murakami’s work and I plan to read everything he’s ever written (except perhaps Norwegian Wood). Most of his novels are total chunksters, so I couldn’t resist this petite little thing. And I think my mother spoke warmly of it.
Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
I’ve wanted to read this one for a long time and my expectations are very high. I imagine a story that will completely sweep me away and make me forget about everything else. So I might have set myself up for a huge disappointment. We’ll see.
Red Rising by Pierce Brown
Red Rising has been described as Hunger Games meets Game of Thrones … on Mars … I don’t know what to expect. Part of me has actually had enough of this genre – you know, a new YA series that claims to be the next Hunger Games (like Divergent), but something about this one made me want to give it a chance. 5 of my Goodreads friends have given it 5 stars, so that’s promising.
Last Night in Montreal by Emily St. John Mandel
Because I loved her novel Station Eleven to pieces, I desperately need to read what else this author has up her sleeve.
The Pearl by John Steinbeck
Steinbeck is so cool. He’s written some of my favorite books – and the most beautiful ending I’ve ever read. So when I read a review on Paperback Castles praising The Pearl, I ordered it right away.
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Caroll
I’m curious about this children’s classic, although I’ve always associated it with a claustrophobic nightmare. But I’m a big girl now, so I’ll give it a shot.
Have you read any of these books?
My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart.
Title: The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry
Author: Gabrielle Zevin
First Published: 2014
My Rating: 3 of 5 stars (average rating on Goodreads: 3.97)
I would recommend this book to: Booklovers who like books about books
A grumpy bookstore owner with a big sorrow in his heart alienates the people around him and finds companionship in books. But then one day … What a perfect setting for a novel. From the first page you can see that it’s a treat for bookworms, and the novel is packed with bookish quotes about passionate love of literature.
When I read a book, I want you to be reading it at the same time. I want to know what would Amelia think of it. I want you to be mine. I can promise you books and conversation and all my heart.
It started out as a 5-starred read. Then it slowly but surely went downhill. It became a 4-starred read as I thought ‘is this really the way the story will go?’ As we learn that this is indeed the way the story goes, it becomes a 3-starred read. The way it goes is sickly sweet. And it went from the promise of originality to cliché upon cliché. What’s even worse, we’re only told the highlights of the story, the milestones in the characters’ lives. Such a pity. And the ending sucked. That being said, I had a good time reading this book – as long as I didn’t think too much about what I’d just read.
There ain’t nobody in the world like book people. It’s a business of gentlemen and gentlewomen.
Good evening out there. I hope you’ve enjoyed the weekend? I’ve had a too busy schedule lately so I decided to cancel my plans for the weekend and just do whatever I felt like at the moment. Yesterday was pure relaxation with books and Game of Thrones, and today Mr. Boyfriend and I went to La Glace for cake and coffee. I had the autumn cake, which is basically chocolate with chocolate on it and then a dash of chocolate, decorated with some more chocolate. Yum! Here’s what I wore:
Dress: Second hand from Osbæck Vintage
Shoes: Lola Ramona
Yesterday mr. Boyfriend was in charge of emptying our cats’ litter box. When I got home from work I found this: A bag of cat-poop on my beautiful book shelf!!! He just left it there and went to work! The horror! Why would someone place bag of cat poop in the bookshelves in the first place??? Now I can’t help thinking about how many times there’s been a bag of poop on my bookshelves … We’ve lived together for 6 years – that’s a lot of cat poop …
I feel like I’m the target of some kind of vigilante justice but what am I guilty of? Being with a king?
Title: Anne of Hollywood
Author: Carol Wolper
First Published: 2012
My Rating: 4 of 5 stars (average rating on Goodreads: 3.26)
I would recommend this book to: Anyone interested in different chick lit and the Tudors
Anne of Hollywood is a fun twist on Tudor history. Anne Boleyn, a beautiful and ambitious woman, marries her sister’s ex-boyfriend, Henry Tudor, a man so rich and powerful, he’s almost royalty. Anne is, by Hollywood standards, a nobody, and she’s being punished for marrying above her. And for not just slipping into the background, as a good little trophy wife is meant to do. She’s dangerous, and must be gotten rid of.
I’m no Tudor expert, but as far as I can tell, Anne of Hollywood is a pretty good interpretation of what we know of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn. And the adaption of the story into a crazy Hollywood life was fun. And truly terrifying. It was a bit hard to read a book where almost all the characters are so utterly unsympathetic that you would run away screaming if you met them in real life.
It bothered me that I didn’t really understand Anne Boleyn. She made more sense to me in the 1500s than in present day America. I guess it’s a Hollywood thing. One thing I didn’t get was what she saw in Henry and why she’s so desperate to stay with him. Yeah yeah, he’s rich and powerful and provides a certain life style. But he’s not a nice person and Anne doesn’t seem to be in love with him. Instead she spends her time trying desperately to please him. I.e. when she’s not worrying about his numerous lovers. I kept wishing for a twist where she would simply leave him, get a nice apartment and settle down with a cute guy who’ll ask her how her day was and cuddle on the couch while watching Netflix.
How many guys could have dated sister, dumping one and marrying the other … survived an ugly divorce and his ex-wife’s accidental overdose, has dated more wild girls in the past than a rock star and still be leading in the polls for a major political office?
I liked how the novel ended but I didn’t care for the way it was carried out. It seemed rushed. In a matter of two pages, Anne went through a drastic development that just didn’t seem credible.
Today has been a pretty casual day. A friend came over for knitting and catching up, and later we went out for lunch. This was followed by some me-time with Game of Thrones and some more knitting. Now Mr. Boyfriend is making us some risotto with shrimps and basil – one of his master pieces! Here’s what I’m wearing today:Top: An old thing from Rude
Skirt: Second hand Marc Jacobs from Tokyo
Shoes: Second hand from (un) Fashion Vintage in Bangkok
For my birthday, Mr. Boyfriend gave me the amazing coffee table book Art & Sole: A Spectacular Selection of More Than 150 Fantasy Art Shoes from the Stuart Weitzman Collection. Totally unwearable, but design so utterly amazing and creative they make Kobi Levi and Irregular Choice seem conservative. Here are some of my favorites:
Pretty in the City:
On the Ball:
Spin your Wheels:
Have a Ball:
If they were actually wearable, I wouldn’t mind having ‘Pretty in the City’, ‘Spin your Wheels’ and ‘Raku II’ in my collection. ‘Have a Ball’ are very beautiful and funky, but totally impractical when riding a bike …
If they were wearable and affordable, would you consider wearing any of them?
A bookshelf is as particular to its owner as are his or her clothes; a personality is stamped on a library just as a shoe is shaped by the foot.
― Alan Bennett
A couple of weeks ago, I was lucky enough to get some extra shelves squeezed into my book cases. It was just like Christmas, only better! There’s a lot of extra space around now, so finding a place for new books is no problem. And I have plans for when I run out of space: I plan to add another large book case to the left, and there is a somewhat large stack of books that are ready to find a new home. And there’s also room on top of the shelves – even though I can’t reach that far. Basically, it will be many years until I run out of space. I’ve never felt this secure and at home.
What about you, what’s your book shelf situation?
That the world should be filled with such detail, such tiny points of human frailty, threatened to crush her and she had to look away.
Title: The Children Act
Author: Ian McEwan
First Published: 2014
My Rating: 4 of 5 stars (average rating on Goodreads: 3.67)
Why is it that everything Ian McEwan touches become magic? He’s one of those few brilliant writers who knows the deepest corners of his characters’ souls. And he’s one of the few authors who have a completely new story every time he publishes a book.
In The Children Act, High court judge, Fiona Maye, faces difficult trials where she’s the ruling factor between life and death, and we follow one particular case where a young man/boy refuses treatment to save his life. Should she go against his and his parents’ wishes and religious beliefs to save his life, or should she respect their wishes? And what consequences will her decision have? On top of dealing with these issues, Fiona’s marriage is in deep, deep crisis (her husband is a complete ass).
The plot is intriguing, thrilling and sad. The writing is nothing short of elegant. And the cover of the book is so simple and beautiful. There’s really nothing more for me to say.
She went slowly along Theobald’s Road, still holding off the moment of her return, wondering again whether it was not love she had lost so much as a modern form of respectability, where it was not contempt and ostracism she feared, as in the novels of Flaubert and Tolstoy, but pity. To be the object of general pity was also a form of social death. The nineteenth century was closer than most women thought.
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