monthly wrap up

August Wrap Up and September Reading Goals

Oh look, it is the end of another month. That can mean only one thing – time for an end of month wrap up! (Cue applause and cheering.) August has been a bit of a weird month for me; on one hand it has been packed with work and catching up with friends and events, but on the other it has seemed to be never ending, and that the start of the month was yonks ago. (Time! Stop messing with my head, pls.) Although I feel like I didn’t get much read at all, I still managed 13 books (not all pictured below!), which is a lot more than I was imagining I would finish this month. See, miracles do happen. (Cue that song from The Princess Diaries soundtrack.)

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Books read in August:

(The 3 stories in TLoT sampler are listed separately as that is how they are listed on goodreads.)

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rambles and thoughts

Can I Write or Can I ~Write~?

Settle in everyone, because it’s time for a bit of backstory.

Let’s all ignore the hideous shine on that bit of tape there…

Up until not too long ago, I would never consider myself as someone who could write. Sure, I enjoyed creative writing at school (which only happened on very rare occasions) and keeping a holiday journal when I was a kid, but what with English lessons at school slowly killing my love for words (and making me feel like I couldn’t understand anything at all), I found myself believing that I Couldn’t Write. Continue reading “Can I Write or Can I ~Write~?”

book review

The Creakers by Tom Fletcher

Rating: 4 stars

As soon as I saw the proof had arrived at work, it may have accidentally fallen into my bag (I mean, sorry lovely people at work, but you snooze, you lose) – after reading The Christmasaurus last year I was intrigued as to what Tom Fletcher’s second chapter book would be like. Spoiler: I was not disappointed.

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At first glance of the title, I’ll admit, I thought maybe the book was about me, simply because my joints seem to be competing for the title of the Creakiest Joints of a Twenty Three Year Old (seriously, you should’ve heard me when I stood up on the train, The Creakers in hand, and managed to click all elbows/knees/ankles just by walking to the train doors). Luckily, the book is waaaay more fun and exciting than if it had been about my creaky bones, so we can all say a big thank you for that and crash on with the actual review. Continue reading “The Creakers by Tom Fletcher”