Doctor Warthrop goes hunting the "Holy Grail of Monstrumology" leaving Will Henry alone for the first time. But what hurts the most is that Warthrop doesn't go alone, but takes with him his new eager for hunting assistant, Arkwright. Will Henry doesn't cope well with his doctor's decision and when some months later a letter arrives declaring him dead, Will knows that he needs to go and find him.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Friday, May 22, 2015
Think Out Loud: A little Ant
Monday, May 18, 2015
Alice in Wonderland
A curious, dreamy girl in a strange world. I am ashamed but it took me a while to read this book. Now that I'm thinking about it, I recall a large brown hardback on the top shelf in my room when I was a kid. I remember holding it in my hands, flipping through the pages, running my fingers over the golden letters, but I don't remember reading it.
But it's never too late, right?
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins
There is a girl on the train.
Same train, every morning. Watching out the window, inspecting the scenery, looking at unknown people. Every day. Until she starts noticing a couple. The same couple on their deck, drinking coffee, kissing or just sitting. Then what is unknown becomes familiar and when the woman goes missing, Rachel, just has to help the police because what she saw from the train may be the answer they're seeking.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
My beautiful Cassandra
I have an announcement to make. It's one of those words that until you've said them aloud is like dreaming. Like a fantasy because it's so dreamy that you have the urge to pinch yourself while you secretly pray not to wake up from this dream. I pinched myself and the dream was still there so it's not a dream but a dreamy reality.
So here it goes.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Struggles in Life
One of the things I do every morning is to check the Goodreads quote. I happen to like a lot those few words that change every day and make me dream. So it has become kind of a morning routine. Today there was this:
“One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.”
— Sigmund Freud
I've come to believe that this is quite true.
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