Many, many moons ago I read and reviewed With Malice by Eileen Cook. I loved every single second of it. Sadly the book isn’t out yet. Even though I’ve read I really can’t wait for it to release and I’m so excited to see what other people will think of it.
RELEASE DATE: JUNE 7th 2016
Synopsis from Goodreads.com: Eighteen-year-old Jill Charron wakes up in a hospital room, leg in a cast, stitches in her face and a big blank canvas where the last 6 weeks should be. She comes to discover she was involved in a fatal accident while on a school trip in Italy three days previous but was jetted home by her affluent father in order to receive quality care. Care that includes a lawyer. And a press team. Because maybe the accident…wasn’t an accident. Wondering not just what happened but what she did, Jill tries to piece together the events of the past six weeks before she loses her thin hold on her once-perfect life.
Okay, I know I might be a bit biased but I really believe that starting a blog is ALWAYS a good idea. Starting a blog in college is like the best idea. Here’s why:
1) You have a record of your college experience- College is not something that is forever (honestly I wouldn’t want it to be either). A blog is a great way to keep track of your college experience. It’s been two years but I still like to read and reread the horror of my first year. I like looking back and marvelling at how things have changed.
2) You gain writing experience- You’re probably wondering why do you need writing experience. Well if you’re a student of humanities chances are that you’re going to be writing essays. Knowing how to write well is a great advantage to have in college. There have been so many occasions when I had no idea what I was saying in an essay but I managed to scrape together a pass.
3) You gain friends- blogging is a great way to make friends. You find people who are going through the same things as you. Being a college blogger allows you to meet other stressed college students who you can share your woes with.
4) You get a portfolio of writing pieces- if you’re interested in a job that involves writing, starting a blog is a good place to begin. You can gain writing clips simply by writing on your blogs. Some paying jobs actually look for blogging experience.
Do you have a college blog? What’s your favourite blog to read? I’d love to know!
1) Just keep swimming
2) You don’t need a man to save you
3) Look beyond outward appearance
4) Don’t eat anything from strangers (how did Snow White not know this???)
5) Never sign contracts without reading (and very carefully thinking) it over. Especially if it’s a contract from an octopus-like person
6) Never trust a guy who proposes too soon. Especially if too soon happens to be one day.
7) If you don’t invite people to your party they may get upset and curse your child. Always invite people even if you don’t like them (maybe just give them the wrong date/address?)
8) Speaking of curses, never make deals with someone who can spin straw into gold (who does that??? That’s dodgy on it’s own)
9) Keep Moving Forward
What lessons have you learnt from Disney movies?
I can think of no period of time in my life when I didn’t want a car. Now that I have one however, there’s a million responsibilities that comes with it.
1) Petrol- this doesn’t bother me that much since my mother pays for the petrol and we don’t use it that often but petrol costs an arm and a leg. I shudder to think of my petrol expenses once I start working and driving myself to work.
2) They get dirty really quickly- at most I use my car maybe twice a week. Whether I use it less or more, it still requires washing EVERY. SINGLE. WEEKEND. This sucks since a) I have no time and b) We’re currently experiencing a drought.
3) They’re costly- I always thought that one day I would save to buy a car and that would be it. After buying a car, you need new numberplates, you need a license disc (that needs to be renewed) and cars need to go for servicing. According to my uncle George (the man who was kind enough to finance the car), servicing should be done every year no matter how often or how little you use the car.
4) You have to be really careful with a car- Okay, so you’re probably thinking that this one is obvious but I miss not having to be overly cautious as a driver because the car isn’t mine.
5) Driving is tiring- Driving is fun when you don’t HAVE to do it. It’s very adult and who doesn’t love playing adult? (Um, adults?) Driving is less fun and more effort when you’re driving for errands instead of to gain driving experience.
What did you expect about having a car? How have those expectations changed?
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Dani Dearest helps us to survive group projects (is it even possible???)
I come from a long line of women who abandoned their families and responsibilities and ran away. So it should surprise no one that I did the same. I was simply doing what my blood made me do. It was genes that propelled me out of town.
Unlike the rest of the females though, I was running away to escape family. Sort-of. The person I was escaping was my mother’s abusive husband.
“We’re here, miss,” the taxi-driver announced to me.
And sure enough there it was, the exit of Delfino.
I got out of the taxi and waited for the man to unload my bag.
“Is someone coming to pick you up?”
“He’ll be here in a second.”
“Do you need me to wait with you?”
“No, thank you. Forget we ever met. You drove around all evening but never got any passengers. Understood?”
The man’s eyes glazed off as a result of my mind control.
“You may leave.”
As soon as he disappeared from sight, I crossed over the line dividing Delfino from the ordinary world.
I was free at last.
My fiancé, Sinjin waited for me on the other side.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Never been surer about anything in my life.”
It was a lie. I was terrified. And angry. I wanted a home. I wanted love. I wanted family. I certainly didn’t want to run away to get it. Which eighteen-year-old runs away from home? Surely by that age people outgrow running away?
“Well then, here we go.”
We got into the car and drove away from everyone and everything I had.
As I crawl through the torture chamber that is my third year of college, my poor family members have to make themselves content with the fact that I still don’t have a boyfriend. Now while I cannot understand why I need a boyfriend (because yes I’ve been told that I “need to get a boyfriend”- they weren’t selling any when I went grocery shopping the other day), the reasons people come up with for me not having a boyfriend is hilarious. I’ve compiled this list of the reasons (according to my family) why I don’t have a boyfriend.
1) Because I don’t wear shorts- because legs are an important part of a relationship (are they? I really don’t know and that line put waay too much dirty thoughts in my mind)
2) I read too much- I’m sorry but I really don’t see how this is a problem. Now leave me alone, I’m on the third Harry Potter book.
3) I don’t leave the house enough- hey if a guy wants to date me, he’s going to have to find me first. I’m not looking to date. I’m looking to finish my Harry Potter Series. In my house.
4) I don’t dress up enough- now this is just silly. I’m wearing pjs in the house and if we’re leaving the house I need to be comfy since I’m either driving or napping.
5) I’m too shy- I’m only shy if I don’t know you #sorrynotsorry
Red Riding Hood spoke to a stranger and look where that got her.
6) I have a temper- how does any potential boyfriend know that? Also I don’t have a temper -I have a low tolerance for stupidity.
7) I’m too arrogant- According to Google arrogant means: “having or revealing an exaggerated sense of one’s own importance or abilities”. I’m sorry I think I’m amazing. I thought that loving yourself was a good thing. All the internet posts lie!
8) I’m sarcastic- again I don’t see how this is a problem.
9) I keep my feelings to myself- who am I supposed to keep them with? Also I totally share my feelings. Have you seen my social media? And if you’re a close friend then you probably know 99.9% of the time what’s going on in my mind, in my life, in my family, on my road, etc.
I awoke with a cough. And another. It continued until my throat was sore.
Am I dying? I wondered.
And then I remembered. I was supposed to be dead.
A man rushed over to me with a cup.
“Drink this,” he ordered.
His voice was deep and steady. Had he saved me? Why?
My coughing refused to stop so I sat up in bed and took a sip of the drink. It was sweet and cool. I drank it all eagerly.
I nodded before turning my full attention to the stranger. He had brown hair and intense brown eyes. They reflected no emotion.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Lucas.”
“You saved me.”
“I didn’t want to be saved.”
I replayed my suicide attempt in the back of my mind. My poor Stella. I needed her. She needed me. Focus. You can’t break down now.
“Thank you for your help but I need to leave. My family will be looking for me.”
Lucas grabbed my hand before I could leave the bed.
“You have no family.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do, Catalina.”
I pulled my hand out of his grip. I felt uneasy.
“How do you know my name?”
“I asked around.”
I edged away.
“Catalina, you lost alot of blood. There was no way to save you.”
“But you did,” I said.
“Not without a price. Catalina, you’re a vampire.”
I stiffened. No. No no no no no.
My gaze fell on the cup he had given to me earlier.
“That was blood.”
“You’ve heard the stories?” Lucas sounded surprised.
“Of course I have.”
All of London was amused at the stories of monsters lurking around at night, waiting to drain us of blood. I had never thought that the stories were true.
“There has to be some way to kill me,” I begged. “I can’t live. Please, Lucas!”
I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. I hastily wiped them away.
I simply sniffed in response.
“You can turn it off. You can stop it.”
“I’ll help you.”
That single small act of kindness from Lucas had repercussions lasting for centuries.
Last week Friday two very important things came to my attention.
1) I had two assignments due on the same day
2) One of those assignments was actually a test for which I needed a textbook…that I did not have.
Now I’m more than willing to take responsibility for that. Since last year’s class never needed a textbook, I assumed ours was optional. It wasn’t.
So immediately I photocopied the relevant chapters (there were nine by the way) and planned to memorise them before this Thursday (ie less than a week).
I sacrificed my weekend and never went anywhere or did anything without those chapters.
I ate with them. I chilled in bed with them. I even attended a family gathering with my highlighter and notes at my side. I should have known something was wrong. The university is forever changing their mind or doing anything and everything to make my life difficult.
Right after I asked my mother to please copy down the summary of each chapter, the lecturer announced that he would only be testing us on four chapters.
I was pissed. Still am. I’m sleep-deprived, anxious, tired and stressed all because he gave us the wrong chapters initially to learn. Honestly I have no words to describe how annoyed I am.
Yes it’s less work but I could have had a freaking weekend (hello, Rihanna) if he had just spoken up sooner.
This is my last week at campus but omg it’s so damn hard. I can’t sleep at home, I can’t stop sleeping at campus. We’re behind in both of my modules and I have to stress for that upcoming test.
Someone remind me again why I wanted to come to college?
Have you ever felt pain so crippling that it ate at you slowly, piece by piece? Pain that intense can make you crazy. It can make you do things you’d never think of doing before.
I stood on my balcony, looking over at the city of London.
London was beautiful at night and this night was no exception.
I felt a twinge of regret for what I was about to do. I would be spoiling the beauty of London with my act.
But it needed to be done. I could no longer live an existence of pain.
I gripped the railing tightly before climbing over.
I heard a scream from below.
“Somebody is going to jump!”
I was running out of time.
“Mummy’s coming, sweetheart,” I promised my daughter.
And with those words, I pushed myself forward, eager to reunite with my child.
The last thing I felt was the icy air as the ground rose to meet me.