Several months ago, a guided meditation app was recommended to me because I'm an anxious person who overthinks everything from her breakfast to her socks. I needed something to help me relax (something I've never been good at), so I gave it a shot. The ten-minute meditation guides you through breathing techniques and instructs you... Continue Reading →
I was immediately smitten with Helen Lamb's Three Kinds of Kissing the moment its publication was announced by Vagabond Voices online. From its fantastic cover art to its intriguing summary, I knew it needed to be at the top of my tbr pile. Now, imagine my delight when I went into Blackwell's in search of... Continue Reading →
There's something fun about the way horror can get our hearts pumping and make us wary of what's hiding in the dark, especially when these elements are achieved through a podcast. What's special about horror podcasts is that they have the power of words on their side. They don't need props or jump scares to... Continue Reading →
When you pick up a thriller, it will generally tell you that it is guaranteed to be "the most chilling book of the year," but most seem to fall short on that claim. It's a situation that always leaves me feeling like I've been cheated out of a good scare or a heart-stopping series of... Continue Reading →
I've been wanting to read Gail Honeyman's Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine for quite some time now, but never got around to it until recently (thank you transatlantic flight). From the moment Eleanor introduced herself in her own quirky manner, I was hooked. It's not too often you find characters like Eleanor in the typical... Continue Reading →
From the moment my plane landed on the sprawling tarmac of Edinburgh's airport, I felt a tingle of excitement rushing through my stomach. It had been a little over two years since I was last in Scotland and seeing it's familiar face felt surreal at that moment. The trees, the cloudy sky, the crisp air... Continue Reading →
A few years ago, while sifting through boxes of my childhood treasures at my parents' home, I discovered a journal I kept in third grade. In this journal, we were required to practice our cursive by completing daily prompts our teacher, Mrs. Hamilton, had written on the whiteboard. After perusing a few pages of wonky... Continue Reading →
Not long ago, a friend of mine reminded me that it’s okay to change my mind. Funny how it’s so easy to forget such a simple thing, though it’s not surprising. We live in a society that spends a lot of time telling us that we must follow a specific plan for our lives and... Continue Reading →
I haven't had much to say lately. Nothing about books or publishing or whatever else I ramble on about occasionally in this blog. Life has been very busy and this space I've claimed for myself in the grand vastness of the internet has merely been an afterthought. However, today I feel like I have a... Continue Reading →
