Friday, 11 August 2017

'Touched by Death' by T.L. Martin: A Book Review

 

What if Death was more tempting than you had ever imagined?
With Grams's recent passing and a boyfriend who cares more about his next drink than her, Lou Adaire only wants to run. To start over somewhere new — maybe in a town where her family has history.
But when a storm sends Lou’s truck plunging into Tuttle Creek Lake, she discovers exactly what it’s like to fight for your life. To gasp for air only to have your lungs fill with icy water. To die.
What comes next changes everything.
Dark eyes. Consuming presence.
Death. As vague as a dream yet as intense as the lightning flashing above her still heart.
Everything about him calls out to her, tugging at her with the warm vibration of his pull. He’s supposed to take her; they both know it. She wants him to.
When she wakes in the hospital in a new town, she can’t forget what she saw. That impossible sensation of him breathing life back into her, a strong beat playing in her chest and a flutter running down her spine.
Trying to move on with her life in a foreign place is hard enough, but when he comes back for more — his burning touch against her skin, his consuming presence weaving in and out of her life, and his own scars running far deeper than hers — Lou begins to realize there’s more to Death, and to the sleepy Kansas town, than she ever expected to find.
Lou lived. But what if she’s not the only one in need of saving?

Note: I was asked to beta read and review this book by the author after a copy was provided to me. All opinions and thoughts are honest and entirely my own. 

Monday, 7 August 2017

I Quit My Job... But I Graduated! // Just a Random Update #12

Okay, the first part of that title probably comes as a bit of a shock to most of you. My Facebook and WhatsApp friends know I started working with a reputed ad tech company in late June. It is now early August, and... I am unemployed.


Okay, that's the wrong term. I have my own freelancing business. So that makes it *self-employed. Yes, that's better. 

Most of you must be wondering why I gave up within a month of starting a new job, why I didn't give it more time, why I didn't suck it up and work because that's what everyone does, right? Some of you may also be wondering why I would post about it on social media. But I'm kinda sick of explaining to everyone why I quit, so I figured this ought to make things clear.

Friday, 4 August 2017

Am I Really An Introvert?

introvert
noun
noun: introvert; plural noun: introverts
ˈɪntrəvəːt/
  1. a shy, reticent person.
    • Psychology
      a person predominantly concerned with their own thoughts and feelings rather than with external things.
Damn, that definition really does not paint introverts in the right light. After all, they aren't necessarily shy, they're probably just quieter and more involved in the inner world than the outer. They just prefer solitude to people. 

You might have just noticed that I said 'they' and not 'we', even though I've been pretty vocal about being introverted in the past, right here on my blog.


That was, what, two years ago? I was a whole other person then. I went on dates with myself. I cancelled plans to stay at home. I hated the idea of college because there were other people around. I despised group projects will all my heart (though, to be fair, I still do). And now? Yes, I still go out alone, but I'd rather go with someone else. My heart leaps up at the thought of going out somewhere, although I still abhor loud places. Being around other people, whether it's at a café or a restaurant or even just a waiting room at the doctor's office energises me. People no longer describe me as quiet or shy but as one of the most talkative people they know.

So can I really still call myself an introvert? 

Sunday, 30 July 2017

Why It's Okay to Ask for Help



Help
hɛlp/
noun
noun: help
1.
the action of helping someone to do something.

"I asked for help from my neighbours""

exclamation
exclamation: help
1.
used as an appeal for urgent assistance.

"Help! I'm drowning!"

Or maybe: "Help! I'm dying!"

I'm not sure if it's always been this way - in which case, this is worse than I thought - but there seems to be a trend lately of saying, "People cannot help you. People will not help you. The only person who can save you is yourself."
And let me tell you, that is complete bullshit.
 

Friday, 7 July 2017

Why It's Okay to Say "I'm Not Okay."



I used to be this positive, radiant person, you know? I kept a gratitude journal. I read books on positivity. I wore bright colours and put on makeup even on the bad days. I cheered people up. 

I used to be that girl. 

I'm not her anymore.