Bella and Edward - for real?

Sooo...this is a bit weird. I have just spent a couple of days reading about Bella and Edward from Twilight - only this time with a huge twist. I found the link to this story on one of the blogs I follow (I am so sorry, but I cannot seem to remember which one) - and it intrigued me so much I just had to give it a try. 

I got fairly impressed, to be honest. Bella as a social worker and Edward as a tattooed, former convicted, who now runs a last-resort home for troubled boys? Well, who would have known that would make a good story, right? 

The teaser comes from one of the last chapters, but I thought it to be of quite significance to the story. The question "How do you see yourself - and how do you think someone else sees you?" is surely something to think a bit more about...

The story is called "The Demons in My Dreams" and is written by littlecat358

Chapter 27: The Road to Closure 

     "She loves me for who I am, regardless of how fucked up I may be. She's patient and understanding."
     "That tells me how you see her. How does she see you? If she was sitting next to you and I asked her to describe you, what would she say?"
     "I don't know."
     "That's something I want you to think about before our next session."

Image borrowed from "The Demons in My Dreams"

Oh, and please be warned: this is an adult novel which contains sensitive topics and a highly graphic language. If this is not something for you, please be cautious when reading the story.

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Love reading ♥

This picture was taken two weeks ago when we were walking along the beach while visiting friends. It was a sunny day, with the intriguing promise of summer dancing to us on the wind. I wanted nothing more than to hide behind one of the sand dunes, wrapped in a blanket, reading, or just enjoying the moment.

I could not help myself... the sand was just perfect for writing!

I am finally on my way home today - and I truly hope next week will be full of sunny days as well.

Have a splendid Friday wherever you are!

Look what is waiting for me at home!

A couple of days ago this arrived in the mail back home. My boyfriend was so kind as to take this picture and send it to me. I am ever so excited! Look at all these lovely books - my newest additions ♥ Cannot wait to get home so I can sit down and read them!

Chu's Day by Neil Gaiman
The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster
The Eyre Affair: A Thursday Next Novel by Jasper Fforde
The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish by Neil Gaiman
The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore by William Joyce

Which books made it into your last book haul? x

Nocturnes

I am sitting here with a book cover that spoke to me somehow. It shows colourful lamps hanging on a thread - and beneath them it says "Five Stories of Music and Nightfall". In the lower corner you can barely see a couple holding each other. The title of the book is "Nocturnes" and is written by Kazuo Ishiguro. A lovely cover with intriguing words that get me oh so curious about the stories.

Nocturnes by Kazuo Ishiguro

I have not yet read all the stories, but I did find a teaser for you:

   'What are you talking about? You're not listening. I just told you. I want you to do me a favour.'
   'I thought that was your way of saying...'
   'No, you idiot, I'm the one who has to clear out. I've got to go to a meeting in Frankfurt, I'm flying out this afternoon. I'll be back in two days, Thursday at the latest. Meanwhile, you stay here. You bring things round, make everything okay again. Then I come back, say a cheerful hello, kiss my darling wife like the last two months haven't happened, and we pick up again.'

What do you guys think? It sounds a bit like a weird request to make, right?


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You can't buy happiness, but...

...you sure can buy books!

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It does come quite close, does it not?

A teaser --- well, a short story, actually.

Today I was a bit lost for what to present to you. I have been visiting family and friends and generally enjoying a short holiday the last couple of weeks, so I did not really find much time to read.

However, seeing this story in one of my favourite bookstores the other day kind of gave it away. I love this short story/poem. The incredulity of it! The story is nothing short of spectacular. I am quite certain Neil Gaiman must have had good fun writing it.

          Check out this link as well - the images are brilliant:
          http://neverwear.net/store/images/saucers_full.jpg


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The Day The Saucers Came...

That Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and
stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn’t notice because

That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold,
and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods
day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true
brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across
the land and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day, the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day,
the day the great winds came
And snows and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling
us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of
the Time Machine day,
You didn’t notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.

by Neil Gaiman

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Fragile Things - One of Neil Gaiman's short story collections.

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Remember those sunny days?

When I was back home last summer, I found myself with a couple of hours of nothing to do. It was a nice sunny day, so I walked down to the bakery and bought myself a cuppa tea and a cinnamon roll. As I was wondering what to do next, I saw it: the old little park I used to do my homework in around ten years ago when I was in school. It looked so nice in the sun, I figured I would go back there.

I ended up sitting there, reading, for several hours!

The picture is taken by my boyfriend as he drove by. He thought he could catch me off-guard, but that did not really work out so well for him as I spotted him a little second too soon... Anyway, he captured the moment - I grant him that. Oh, and it was just as lovely sitting there as it seems!

Today the park is filled with about a meter of snow, and the snow keeps tumbling down. Still, summer and those lovely sunny days are not far away. Right?!

Flight

I was in the sky today, flying with silver wings.

As we flew I was reading about some very other silver wings - and a girl who loved the sky so much she changed the world. Maris, as she is called, changed tradition just so she could keep her silver wings and continue to soar the skies. It would be remarkable, would it not? To strap birdlike wings to your back and your arms, throw yourself off into the air - and fly? Twisting and turning, diving and looping - playing just the way birds up in the sky do. That joyful flight without a care in the world?

"The winds embracing you like a lover" is the way the girl described it. She felt her home was up there, with the sea and its waves below her, the stormwinds carrying her, the sun catching on her silver wings and the freedom of it all. A precious freedom in a world made of islands only, islands separated due to rough seas and treacherous calms.

The teaser today is from "Windhaven", written by George R. R. Martin and Lisa Tuttle.

"The morning was pale and quiet, the wind steady behind her. She rode it, letting it take her where it would; all directions were the same to her. She wanted only to fly, to feel the touch of the wind, to forget all the petty troubles below in the cold, clean air of the upper sky."

Windhaven, p. 177

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