I’m actually a little bit in love with Enid from the new Netflix series, Wednesday. If you are searching for something to watch this is one to click on – especially if you’re a 90s kid like me and were of the right age to watch the Addams Family movies that starred Anjelica Huston as Morticia.
And can I just say, the casting is phenomenal. Having Christina Ricci as the house mistress at Wednesday’s school is inspired.
I have this dream that one day I’ll be a celebrated author. I’ve written a handful of novels with the aim of getting them published properly, by Penguin or another publishing house that can throw tonnes of cash at it.
I was lucky enough to have a couple of agents want to look at my work, but none of them led anywhere.
It’s so disappointing, when you have poured so much time and love into a piece of work, to have nobody love it in quite the way you do. And a lot of the time, you have written about something that actually means something to you; there’s a little piece of you wrapped up in it.
In the end, I’ve self published and the books just languish at the bottom of the pile on Amazon. I think I’ve made about £35 out of my work so far!
I’ve just, this evening, finished my first little book of poetry and essays and I love it so much that I don’t know if I can bear the rejection that will come with sending it out.
But surely it’s worth a try? Surely there’s someone out there who will cherish a little piece of me? And maybe there’s a handful of readers that could heal and feel solidarity in knowing that we’ve experienced the same pain?
It’s no longer about the money; it’s about getting my words out and knowing that I’ve made someone feel better. It’s the feeling that I can reach out in the dark and say, “I’ve been there too.”
I don’t normally do book reviews on my blog but reading is one of my most favouritest past times and this is my space to express myself, so why the fuck not?
I tend to read 50+ books a year so I have lots of material to choose from when I am deciding which is my favourite.
I’ve just finished a book that I really loved and it’s probably shot into my top 3 of the year so far. The book is Blood Orange by Harriet Tyce and it’s a thriller (my absolute favourite genre, sorry not sorry).
I read some of the reviews on Goodreads and a lot of them were saying that it was really predictable and boring but I beg to differ. I find this a lot though and it puts me off relying on reviews. Art and writing is subjective so it’s impossible to say that I won’t like something that you adore.
The funny thing is that while I was away on holiday in the Norfolk Broads I picked up a book from a charity shop in Norwich. I had never heard of it but it was blurbed as being ideal for fans of Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier (biggest fan right over here, thanks very much).
So I purchased this book on a whim and I whiled away the hours reading this book called Bitter Orange by Claire Fuller. It was the most perfect holiday read and I just loved how dark it was.
I’d highly recommend either of these books if you’re looking for something good to read. But it just made me chuckle that my two favourite books so far this year are very orange.
My next reads will probably have to include Clockwork Orange, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit and Orange is the New Black. Any other orangey recs will be greatly appreciated.
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