Book Thoughts: The Slow Regard of Silent Things by Patrick Rothfuss

I’ll start by saying that I’m a huge Rothfuss fan. The wait for the next instalment of the Kingkiller Chronicle feels interminable. I have an admission – aside from required readings for school, I’ve never re-read a book, but by the time the next installment is published I might need a Kingkiller refresher! I’m lucky I cam into Game of Thrones in more recent years, so my wait has only been for the upcoming installment, not the previous one as well – patience is clearly not a virtue of mine.

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Self-Care Sunday #3 (and on an actual Sunday!)

Well look at that! I’m managing to get a Self-Care Sunday post up on an actual Sunday!! Wonders will never cease. Dare I say it…am I becoming…organised? Nah, there was a good hour or two there where I was convinced it was both earlier in the day and also still yesterday, but still, I’m gonna take my victories as they come, and getting my first one of these up on the right day in a month counts in my book! Continue reading “Self-Care Sunday #3 (and on an actual Sunday!)”

So you’re not ok and you’ve asked for help. Now what? 

There has been trojan work done in recent times in terms of breaking down the stigma around mental health in Ireland. I’m sure we all know it by now, but it never hurts to reiterate: it’s OK to be not OK, and it’s absolutely OK to ask for help.

If you’ve done that, sincerely, bravo. It’s an easy sentence to read, typed on a screen like that, but it’s not always easy to go to the point where you feel you can say out loud “I’m not OK”. And that’s OK, too. Continue reading “So you’re not ok and you’ve asked for help. Now what? “

Book Thoughts: Darcy’s Diary by Amanda Grange

I’ve always been an Austen fan. While I’m a modern woman in pretty much every sense of the word, there’s something about her stories that have always appealed to me. I’m not sure if it’s the decorum with which most of her characters conduct themselves and the orderly manner in which life seems to progress within their respective worlds. I’ve often used reading as an escapism from my actual life – if I’m stressed, having a bad day, or even if I’m not – I’ve always loved to escape into a different world for a while. In comparison to the chaotic, loud and often rude world we often do live in, the Austen world is a breath of fresh, predictable air. Continue reading “Book Thoughts: Darcy’s Diary by Amanda Grange”

Twenty-Six Pages In, or How I Got My Mojo Back

As a child, I read like other people would breathe. The bookshop has always been one of my favourite places. I was a quick reader and would read pretty much anything. The habit stayed with me through my teenage years although my preferences excluded horror and anything too post-apocalyptic or dystopian. A friend of mine once explained his aversion to horror movies by explaining how he watched films to escape from real life and come back feeling a bit better – not worse, which is how he would feel after horror films, and I feel the same about books. Continue reading “Twenty-Six Pages In, or How I Got My Mojo Back”