The School Book Tag!

Hello! The lovely Bella nominated me for the School Book Tag, and I thought it would be a nice breath of fresh air to do this amidst studying for a physics test ^^

The Rules:

Mention the creator of the tag.

Chloe hai guuuurl

Thank the person who nominated you.

This doesn’t need to be a rule at all! It goes without saying, thank you so much Bella for thinking about me ^^

Answer the following with the book that most fits the statement.


Paper Towns- John Green


This was a really difficult one to pick. I don’t feel like there are many books where two characters just clicked together. The closest thing is Harry Potter, but that’s a rare exception because EVERYONE blends well together and complement each other. You couldn’t single out just two people.
So I thought for this one I’d pick Paper Towns, because what’s special about it is that Margo and Quentin, taken separately, aren’t really likeable and interesting in my eyes. But the two of them together, especially in the first part of the book, complement each other really well.


Selp Helf by Miranda


I mean… Do I really need an explanation for this? It’s the most obvious answer. The most perfect creature on earth basically giving you a free coupon for winning life in every aspect. Okay, it’s more of a 19.99$ coupon but it’s basically nothing when you consider all the things it brings you.


Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher


This book captivated me in all the right ways. I could not put it down – in bed, in class, even between breaks during my theater practice! I have rush-read books before but it just didn’t feel the same because both were on digital format (I’m talking about Insurgent and The Good Girls – both great compelling books). I read it so quickly, not for the sake of fast reading, but because I enjoyed every second of it.


The Casual Vacancy by J.K. Rowling – Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez


I had fun picking this one because every book I think of, a playlist forms in my mind. Every single book has a musical connection. But I picked this one solely because of the theme similarities. Now I still haven’t read this book, I’m looking forward to it in the summer, but it talks about a town that looks pristine from the outside but is rotten and corrupted from the inside – exactly what Dollhouse is about, but with families.

Nominate 3 others to do the tag.

I nominate mahjabeen, GeorgieGrl and lissndani.


FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – !FINAL CHAPTER! – Chapter 7



Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

Chapter 5: Recovery & Rediscovery

Chapter 6: The Mirror of Mirages

Chapter 7: His Only Desire


It took George every bit of energy and will he still had to stop him from flinging himself into the mirror.

-“FRED, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE? WHERE ARE YOU?! FRED, CAN YOU HEAR ME?” roared George. He couldn’t tell if any of it was real, if this was just one awful nightmare. “COME ON! ANSWER ME! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

George was full of rage. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Why was he looking at the reflection of his brother, who didn’t seem to care for the state of madness his brother was in, and didn’t bother to comfort him and tell him everything was going to be alright? He was just staring back at him with a silent, peaceful face. That was it. George got up and seized the mirror, ready to smash it.

-“George? What are you doing?!”

George immediately let go of the mirror. Was he starting to hear his brother’s voice now? He thought he’d gone mad. However, when he looked at the door, he saw Ron standing near it, befuddled at the sight of his brother wrestling with a mirror.

-“Oh. It’s you,” said George. Then all of a sudden, he threw himself at his younger brother, crying into his shoulders. Ron, who wasn’t quite used to this sudden display of affection, awkwardly patted his brother in the back. Even in these circumstances, he couldn’t find anything to say. Their sadness was too deep to be expressed by words. That’s when his eyes fell on the mirror.

-“Bloody hell!” whispered Ron, his eyes fixated on the tall mirror that was unmistakably familiar.

-“What is it?”

-“George… This is the mirror of Erised!”

-“The what?”

Ron had let go of his brother now, and was staring at the magnificent mirror. There he was, holding the Elder wand in one hand, Hermione by the other.

-“The mirror of Erised. Harry discovered it during our first year,” Ron said. “We used to come here at night for him to see his parents.”

-“What are you talking about?” said George, looking strangely at his brother. Had everyone gone crazy?

-“According to Dumbledore, this mirror showed every person their deepest, strongest desire. He wanted to see his family, so he did. But he could never talk to them. He just stared.”

George had stopped listening. He was looking in the mirror. Fred was looking back at him. And he understood.

Five years ago, when he and his twin looked into the mirror, all they saw was their own reflection. Because that was their only desire. To be together. To stay together.

And today, George didn’t see himself in the mirror. He only saw his brother. Because he’s the only person he ever wanted to be with.


FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 6


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

Chapter 5: Recovery & Rediscovery

6: The Mirror of Mirages

  The memory instantly came back to him. He vividly remembered the night when, five years ago, he discovered this very mirror with Fred while they were running away and hiding from their former caretaker. Again, as he looked at it, it seemed like a plain normal mirror. His reflection stared at him with the same sad expression.  Everything looked the same as it did the night they found the room. With only one exception.

Fred wasn’t with him anymore.

He suddenly couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. He broke down and started sobbing uncontrollably. That was it. There will be no more discoveries. No more adventures. No more good times, no more fun, no more laughs. It’s just going to be him from now on. Him and his own thoughts, with no Fred to share them with. It all happened so abruptly. Was he going to make it? Would his life realistically be possible, or have any meaning, with his twin gone? He still had his business. He still had his family. He still had Angelina. But he didn’t have his second half.

He kneeled in front of the mirror, tears running down his cheeks. His eyes were closed. He couldn’t get himself to open them. He knew that if he did, if he looked into that mirror, the memory of his deceased brother will resurface, harder than ever, due to their uncanny resemblance. And it could destroy him.

But was he going to hide forever? Was he going to constantly run away from his memories, from his fears?

No. He couldn’t. That was not like him. Fred would be completely ashamed and disappointed if he let his death take down his brother. He wouldn’t want to be the reason why George’s life was ruined.

No. He was going to challenge himself. He was going to fight. His brother died during a war in which Good triumphed over Evil. That should make him proud. His blood wasn’t spilled in vain. His brother was a hero. And he was going to be brave for him.

Slowly, George stood up, raised his head, and started opening his eyes. Then he looked into the mirror.

His shock almost made him fall back to the ground.

The person looking at him looked exactly like him, but looked nothing like him. He had the same length, the same ginger hair, the same face. But he wasn’t covered in grime. His face wasn’t smeared in dust and blood. His expression wasn’t devastated. And his left ear was intact.

-“… Fred?”



FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 5


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

Chapter 5: Recovery & Rediscovery

When George woke up, he wasn’t surrounded by the rest of the survivors of the battle, like he expected. He was glad about it.

After the battle, everything was kind of blurry for him. He had completely lost touch with reality, so he still didn’t know who exactly the ‘survivors’ were. He would have to check on that later.

One disaster at a time.

In spite of having been raised in an unstable and dangerous environment for most of his life, George had never really experienced deep shock in his life. And now he suddenly found himself facing the one thing he feared above most. His worst nightmare.

Fred is dead.

That was the truth. The only truth that seemed to matter at this point. The person he shared his whole life with had now disappeared. He just won’t be seeing him anymore. He was never going to talk to him anymore, as long as he lived.

Thinking about it like that may have made the fact seem simpler. But it wasn’t. It was much more complicated for him.

And he couldn’t stand thinking about it anymore. So he just got up and started walking.

Every part of this castle reminded him of Fred. But he figured that, because all he had left of his twin was memories, he might as well relive the happier ones. He strolled past classrooms and corridors, each one bringing back a different memory that made him smile sadly, close his eyes and hold back a couple of tears.

George wandered about, lost in thought. They had just won the war. Voldemort was finished. Harry was alive. He had many reasons to be happy, but he felt that happiness was the last thing he was feeling. But he had accepted it…

A glimmer of gold made him stop in his tracks.

It looked fairly normal, like a reflection of some shiny object, no magic involved. He looked around, trying to spot the origin of this golden shine. And then he saw it.

Inside a deserted room, seemingly unaffected by the battle, under an antique chandelier, stood a mirror. Marvelous, ceiling-high, with a beautifully carved golden frame, supported by two lion paws. Just as he remembered.



FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 4


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

-“Are you okay?”


George suddenly seemed to come back to himself. In front of him, a tall, attractive, ginger young lady was looking at him with big eyes swimming in grief and sympathy.

-“Never mind, I was just looking all over for you. We’re all gathered in the Great Hall. Join us whenever you feel like it.”

He looked at her, giving a little nod, his mouth twisting into the smallest, saddest, deepest of smiles. A moment later, Ginny was leaping into his arms, wrapping hers around him in a tight hug, tears trickling down her face onto her brother’s neck.

-“Don’t worry about me, I’m okay, I’ll go down in a minute.”

He stared at her as she headed back downstairs.

Okay? Was he really okay? Would he ever be okay again?

Would he ever get used to waking up each day and not seeing an exact replica of his face looking back at him?

Was he ever going to get used to the absence of the most important person to him?

His brother. His twin. His best friend. Fred. Gone forever.

No… He must be imagining things. Fred can’t have left him. He never did. Not even when he was stuck in detention with their old caretaker. Those late nights during their school years now seemed so far behind, but that didn’t mean things changed. They were always a pair, and surely always will be.

Yes… He was sure that in a minute, Fred will come out from behind a pillar, grinning, like he always did when he saw his brother. It’s just another one of his pranks, tricking him into believing he was lost forever.

-“You know, Fred,” said George while standing up, “this little game you’re playing is just cruel. That’s not how we do it. We never trick each other.”

Silence. He began pacing around the room, his eyes looking desperately in every direction trying to catch a glimpse of ginger hair somewhere in the ruins left by the battle that had killed many. But no, not Fred. He was alive, George was sure of it.

-“Okay Fred, I surrender now”, he said lifting his arms in the air. “Come out already. You got me.”

He let out a nervous giggle followed by a pathetic whimper. Desperation was starting to get the best of him as the inevitable truth started downing on him.

-“That’s it! Stop! This isn’t funny!”

His shaky voice was starting to grow into a terrifying yell. He was now running, breaking into every room, smashing into doors and walls, searching for his twin who he knew wasn’t hiding anymore.


George’s body seemed to stop responding. His legs couldn’t carry him anymore; his head couldn’t take the full weight of his thoughts. He flailed and fell down, splattering his blood, sweat and tears on the dusty floor.

-“… Dead.”


FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 3


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

-“Come on, hurry up!” yelled Fred, running and panting.

-“I think we’ve lost him,” said George, also short of breath.

They both slowed down, heavily breathing, their hearts racing. Filch had given up and returned to his office. They were now completely lost in the darkness, somewhere in the castle, because they have been too busy trying to out-run the caretaker to pay attention where they were going. The Marauder’s Map they had found during their first year in Hogwarts, which was a map that showed all the grounds, floors, rooms, and secret passages in Hogwarts, was left in their dormitory, having already memorized their way through the castle, so they couldn’t use it to find their way back this time.

-“We couldn’t have gone very far,” said Fred to his twin, and they both muttered “Lumos”. Two narrow beams of light appeared out of the tips of their wands, making their ways through the dark.

-“We went up a fair amount of stairs. We must be three or four floors above that battered rat’s office.”

They began walking slowly, moving their wands left to right, trying to find something familiar that could indicate their current location.

After a couple of minutes, the silver light hit something that glimmered: it was a doorknob.

Fred and George were already experienced in the fine art of sneaking out before attending Hogwarts, and they had plenty of time to master their skills during the four years they spent in school. Therefore, they didn’t even waste time trying to open the door the normal way. George whispered “Alohomora” and the door unlocked and opened by itself.

The twins stepped in, wands first, but the room was already illuminated by the pale moonlight. It was deserted, with a single chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Fred scanned it with the wand light, and all of a sudden the light hit him back. They both took a step back, then headed forward.

The light beam had been reflected by a marvelous, ceiling-high mirror, with a beautifully carved golden frame, supported by two lion paws. They stepped in front of it.

At first, all they saw was their reflection. But after a while… What they saw was still their reflection, standing there together in the empty room.

-“Does this do anything special?” asked George, examining the back of the mirror, running his hands on the metal, then on the smooth and polished glass surface. It was surprisingly warm.

-“I don’t know, it looks out of place. Why would someone put it here if it was just a regular mirror?”

-“Oh well. Whatever it is, it couldn’t be that important. We’ll get to it later. Right now let’s just focus on returning to the common room.”

They eventually found their way back. The next day, Filch went after them and gave them a month’s worth of detention, which completely took their mind off the mirror, and they never gave it another thought.


FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 2


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

 -“Argus…” whispered a voice in the darkness.

Filch woke up with a start in his damp office, lifting himself from his moldy bed on his elbows. Did somebody just call him by his first name in the middle of the night? Persuading himself that he was again imagining the voice of his late mother, he laid back down. But the silence was broken once more:

-“Argus.. Argus Filch.. Get up you bloody bastard..”

Now that he was sure it wasn’t just in his head, he began looking around, pointlessly because of the total dark, and calling:

-“Who’s there? Who the hell insulted me? Peeves, if it’s you again..” he said angrily, swinging his arms around him in every direction as though to grab the sneaky poltergeist.

-“This is not Peeves, you idiot. This is… Sir.. Squibolas.. De Squibsy-Squibinton! That’s right, that’s who I am,” said the uncertain, but intimidatingly confident voice.

The owner of that voice was standing in the shadow behind the office door, and his twin was hardly holding in his giggle.

-“Sir who?” barked Filch, his eyes narrowing, trying to catch a glimpse of the person behind the unidentified voice that had just called him a bastard and an idiot.

-“Never you mind, my name is not the point of my visit,” said George in a hoarse voice. “I’m here on a rather special mission. Let me just go over some basic points. I was the only wizard in a family of Squibs, and I had been working on perfecting a wand that would restore a Squib’s magical powers.”

-“By Merlin! Go on,” muttered Filch, suddenly rigid and attentive-looking, his eyes wide.

Fred was somewhat impressed with the improvising ability in his brother, and grasping where he was heading with this, spoke in the same voice as him:

-“That’s right! I grew tired of performing everybody’s magical duties so I decided to make a special wand that would grant them their own magical powers. I spent years assembling it. When, at last, I succeeded, and my family started using magic… Well…”

-“I got punished for breaking the laws of magic,” continued George. “Yeah, well, I allowed magic to unrightful owners, and then out of the blue I wake up one day and my body is gone! I didn’t foresee that consequence, I’ll tell you that. But well, I wasn’t going to stay in my home feeling miserable about what happened to me forever! So I thought, I became like that for giving magical powers to unfortunate Squibs, so why not continue doing that?”

-“Right… Well… Even though my body was gone, I was still there, you know? I didn’t just disappear. I didn’t die. I was just body-less,” said Fred in an over-dramatic tone. “So I started tracking Squibs down and returning their magic to them by leaving them one of my special wands. Here’s yours, it’s laid on your desk. I’ve already given Miss Irma Pince hers and she successfully casted a Furnunculus charm on a student who was doodling on one of the library books. She must have been waiting for ages to do that. The poor boy now has boils the size of ping-pong balls all over his cheeks.”

-“Really? Irma has magic now?! Good Heavens! I can’t believe this… Finally my years of being humiliated by these awful little pricks are about to come to an end!” said Filch, with an evil grin that revealed yellow and cracked teeth. “Oho, when I lay my hands on these Weasleys… Let me see… Ah, the wand is there.”

He was now on his bare feet, staring at the long, black stick with a power-hungry, greedy look on his face. He stretched his hand, reaching out with his fingers to grab the wand, too concentrated on it to notice that two ginger boys were peaking in from behind the door, watching him. He closed his grip on the wand, held it with huge pride in triumph in front of him, and…

POOF. A huge cloud of multi-colored smoke filled the office with a loud detonation. Filch tried to disperse it, coughing and cursing, and finally look down.

His fingers were gripping not a wand, but the neck of a rubber chicken.

He looked up.

-“WEASLEY!” he bellowed, throwing away the chicken, jumping with his hands in front of him to chase the two twins who ran off, howling with laughter.

-“Hope you enjoyed your fake wand, Mr. Filch!” threw George to the caretaker behind his shoulder, sprinting into a staircase.

-“Courtesy of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes!” added Fred, following his brother.

-“I’M GOING TO GET YOU THIS TIME, YOU LITTLE BASTARDS, YOU!” screamed Filch. He was ashamed that he had actually believed what they told him, that for a glorious moment he thought that his days of being an outcast were over.




FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 1

As promised, I am going to start posting a fanfiction of mine on my blog.

It’s called ‘The Mirror’, it’s divided into 7 short chapters (for a combined total of 15 word pages for the whole thing, in case you were wondering) and it’s based in the Harry Potter fandom. It stars two of my – and many people’s – favorite characters, as you’ll soon find out in the first few lines!

I thought about posting a new chapter each Friday like I did to Adventures With Miranda, but since the story is continuous I decided to post it all in one week.

I really hope you enjoy this; as I said previously it is my first fanfic 🙂

So without further ado, let’s begin our story!


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

-“Are you really sure about what you heard?”

-“As sure as I am that Ron is never going to get a girlfriend,” replied George.

It was a quarter to midnight, and Fred and his twin brother were walking discretely in a dark corridor in Hogwarts.

-“I heard him talking to Lockhart the other day,” continued George. “He seems to believe all the crap he tells in his books. He asked him if ‘such an outstanding wizard like yourself could perhaps restore the magical powers of a Squib’.”

Fred smirked at the sound of the accurate squeaky imitation of their Caretaker, and whispered while walking towards the latter’s office:

-“Oh, what a dunghead. And what did the ‘outstanding’ oaf say to him?”

-“That he could indeed do it easily but that he forgot the right spell. He then gave him a couple of signed photos as a consolation.”

Fred could barely hold in his laugh.

-“That complete fraud. I don’t think he could even perform a spell himself. Didn’t you hear about the disaster that happened with the second years?”

-“Nah, I don’t really pay much attention to things that aren’t me. Or you,” George added at the sight of his brother’s raised eyebrows. “Anyway, I’m glad there’s no cure for Squibness. Squibpox. Squibalaria. Whatever you wanna call it. Just imagine Filch using magic on students in the corridors. It would make our life miserable.”

-“I wouldn’t be too worried about that,” said Fred with a sneer. “He’d never be match for our combined prowess, lil’ bro”.

-“Just because you were born four minutes before me, doesn’t mean I’m your ‘little’ bro,” replied the twin, annoyed. “Back to the subject, have you got what I told you to bring?”

-“Yeah, it’s under my cloak. But I still don’t see where you’re going with this.”

-“A’right, I’ll let you know on the way to his office,” said George, and he leaned closer to his twin as they walked together under the bright moon shining outside the windows.


I’m posting a new fanfic YAAAAY

Good evening medonsters

Remember Fanfic Friday? The feature I used as an excuse to just post crazy fanfic about Miranda Sings?

Well, I thought I’d bring it back from the dead and start posting a new, real fanfiction.

I can either tell you its title or the fandom it belongs to, but if I say you both you’ll probably get an idea what it’s about. So the first comment to request either one – that is, if anyone is actually interested in knowing, which I have doubts about – will have his wish granted 🙂

I will be posting a new chapter every week for seven weeks, and with no delays (phew) because I’m already done with it 😀

It was something I wrote about two years ago, and that I’m still proud of because it’s the first true fanfic I ever made. I had written a short one-off in French but this one felt different. For one thing it was longer, and it was also my first time ever writing anything in English. I was surprised at how easily the words flowed, how uncomplicated this language is, and as you might tell I’ve been hooked ever since!

I hope this short series will interest you, and you’ll like what you read 🙂 See you tomorrow!


lol i knw ur laughin cz liek am laughin 2.

But I’m a rebel with no regrets and that’s why I am doing a 2015 book haul two weeks after 2015 was over!

[LOL. Did really start writing this post that long ago? IT’S ALMOST FEBRUARY]

It’s just that my books never really got much appreciation on my blog, and all my previous attempts at hauling were so far unsuccessful.

So without further ado, here are all the books I have acquired in 2015!

NB: yes, acquired. More than half of these I still haven’t read, and more than half the books I read in 2015 were borrowed.

Let us dig in!

I’ll be starting off with my most prized possessions, and my one great book achievement of 2015: finally getting my hands on the Harry Potter series after years of borrowing! Just look at those babies:


I think you have already seen these babies but come on did you really think I was only going to brag about them once? (Even though I have absolutely no bragging rights; most of you have had them pretty much since birth)

So here we can see my precious collection of mismatched editions and types, some gifted, some bought discounted, some… Actually that’s it. I could not be bothered enough to fully pay for one. Okay, that DID sound cheap of me. But it is what it is, and I frankly can not complain at all.


I love my books! Each of them is awesome. I’ve read them all during summer except the adult version of Order of the Phoenix (the other version was way more readable), and Deathly Hallows which I’be been reading for months and still am (but I WILL finish it. Parole d’honneur.)

I need to showcase some of the things in the collection because I just feel like doing them justice.

First of all, here we have the only Harry Potter merchandise I own: a Deathly Hallows necklace and a Time-Turner. Both are gifts from my awesome bestie, and just owning them makes me feel like I truly have a fragment of the Harry Potter world in my posession. And what more could I ask for?!


I frankly do not wear them because the Deathly Hallows will cost me way too much explaining because of the suspicious sign (Illuminati confirmed) and it’d just be weird to carry around an hour-glass orbit.

Next we have this beautiful framed drawing of the Ravenclaw house crest that my best friend gave me on Christmas along with other framed drawings from other fandoms (I just noticed that I forgot to include it in my haul, I’m ashamed and I’m gonna go fix this now.) He also drew me the Harry Potter picture which hangs alongside my books on my shelf.


He drew these himself and they look absolutely beautiful, the eagle is honestly everything.

Finally, we have my very coveted possession, the Harry Potter : Page to Screen encyclopedia:



I mean look what there’s inside:


These are just a few. It’s 500 pages long but it feels like 1500, so much it has huge, beautiful pictures, illustrations, drawings, sketches, and everything related to the creation of the movies. Every single detail is there and I love reading it (plus one page feels like five in a normal book so I can read it slowly and deliciously).

Plus, I consider this to be one of the best deals I’ve ever made on books. I bought it at like 85% its original price. Just for having a little wear on the cover as you can see. I HOPE I’ll find similar treasures at the next Bookyard!

Moving on from Harry Potter, let’s continue with J.K. Rowling: here we have A Casual Vacancy!


I honestly bought it mostly because it looks so majestic and still does on my shelf. Also because J.K. Rowling wrote it. And it was like ten bucks.

Just look at that gold lining and black cover! It looks so fab I can’t.


Still with J.K. Rowling, or should I say, Robert Galbraith, here is The  Silkworm, next to And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie. Both are mystery novels I’m dying to read, and both were brought to me from abroad by my friend who presented me with the Ravenclaw frame. I can’t wait to devour them!


I have read A Cuckoo’s Calling and loved it, and I really want to love this one so that I can continue the series with Career of Evil (but let’s be honest, I’ll read it no matter.) As for Agatha’s, I had just finished the Perfectonists series and desperately wanted to find more awesome mystery books. This book was listed as one of Agatha’s best, plus the plot sounded fascinating.

Let us take a moment to talk about this:






Hyperbole and a Half by Allie Brown has honestly been one of my greatest finds this year. I have previously stated, and I say it now: without this book, I wouldn’t be blogging today. It made me discover blogging, bloggers, and this refreshing sense of humor.

I mean, I loved it SO much I even attempted to reproduce the inside cover:

hayperboli and a haf

I also attempted some fan-art.

lek hayde

I mean, look at this.


How can someone be this funny, cute, adorable and witty?!


I have been waiting for the sequel, Solutions and Other Problems, as it was being postposed month after month. I was starting to get pissed off as the release date was yet again pushed back until late 2016, but then I read the Amazon description of the book which stated that Allie’s little sister recently died. I couldn’t believe it. How has she been coping? How is she? What happened? When? No one knows, because Allie hasn’t posted since 2013. I mean, she must have loved her sister a LOT to draw her on the cover of her book (she’s the pony-tailed one on the back cover. Aw. So beautiful.)

I just hopes she’ll make her comeback, and her book will be awesome, and most importantly that she’ll be okay.

Even though I mentioned this book about 731 times before (heck, I dedicated a whole post to it), there’s no way I’m not including it here.



It’d be useless to talk more about it now because I’ve said more than enough about it and you might have started sighing just seeing its cover.

Onto something I’m really excited about:


The Lord Of The Rings series!

I have been hearing about this for as long as I can remember. Everyone is a fan, everyone makes references. But I don’t know, I’m always hesitant towards things that seem to be very loved and complicated and have a cult following. I feel like I’m not qualified enough to be a part of these fandoms, for whatever reasons. LOTR seems to be such a complicated series and I have no idea whether I’ll like it or not. But as always, if many people love it, it has to be somewhat good.

Who knows? Maybe it’ll be my next obsession.

I’ll start with the Hobbit, since many have suggested that it’s the best option to start with.

Meanwhile, look at these covers! They’re breathtaking. I hope the content will be as well!


Another series I have started collecting is the Lunar Chronicles. I found the first two books at a book fair and exchanged them for pretty much nothing:


First of all, THESE COVERS SLAY. I’ve seen the covers for the rest of series and they are equally amazing. Just wow!

I have been hearing non-stop about this series everywhere. While the concept behind it is a bit questionable for me (also a bit confusing), you all seem to adore it and I’d be a fool not to follow suit. I’m really anticipating getting started on these.

Next we have these two books, which were a Christmas gift from before 2015 but I’m still counting them because I still haven’t read them:


The Eye of Minds and Vampire Academy, both first books in their respective series. I’ve read a chapter from EoM before and it sounds epic, and Vampire Academy also sounds like a fun read even though I’ve never been into the whole vampire craze. Since I don’t really want to jump into more series, I’ll leave those for when I have nothing else to pick up (and enough money to buy the rest).

Here we have two John Green books, both of which have been bought by me at the mall at full price. They are actually the ONLY books in this list I have bought at their original price. Well aside from Selp Helf, and I consider that one less of a book and more of a relic.



I have read Katherines and loved it, and it’s now with my friend Mini (I gave it him because he’s also kind of a genius and it was just funny).

I bought Alaska a few weeks ago (I actually have forgotten if it’s from 2015 or 2016. Meh) after big recommendations from my friends and it looks like an interesting read so I’ll get to it soon hopefully.

These two books, I bought at the Bookyard because I had heard of them before and their titles and concepts attracted me.


I read 13 Reasons Why’s first chapter and was totally intrigued, and it’s definitely next on my TBR list. And the Book Thief sounds very interesting (narrated by death?!) so I’ll probably read it soon as well.

Do you notice how I basically want to ‘soon’ read everything? I need so much time! And motivation too.

What I’m currently reading is in this next batch:


Stop guessing. It’s Adultery.

I got it (well, exchanged it) as a gift from my secret santa this year. I never really thought I’d get to it actually, and got it for lack of anything slightly more interesting. But a) I had just finished The Alchemist by Paulo and b) a friend of mine told me she just started it so I thought oh well why not and started it during a boring class in school. May I just say, Paulo Coelho is one horny guy. The amount of sex is unreal. It literally had me dying of laughter during Geography, just because it was described so childishly. Sorry Paulo.

Best Friends For Never was intended to be a gift for my sister (the 15-year-old one) but she stopped at like the 29th page (I’m amazed she even got that far) and it’ll just have to sit on my shelf I guess. Maybe I should try to exchange it at the next Bookyard. We’ll see.

And the third book is just a french book that I thought I had lost years ago but it turned up at my aunt’s house and I was so happy with finding it that I had to include it.

These two books both represent my attempt at venturing into the horror genre after watching American Horror Story and being fascinated by it:


Carrie seems interesting enough but I really doubt I’ll ever pick up Night Shift. I feel bad for saying this. Oh well.

And finally, here are the ‘honourable mentions’:


By that I mean these are books that I got but don’t really deserve much explanation. They’re just in my possession now. Most of them are kids french books that I bought at like a dollar each just for nostalgia.

I feel like I should end this post on a high note. But how? I left all the good books for the beginning.

Oh, right!

Das’ right. I just randomly picked up one of my dad’s agendas he’d gotten from some company and decided I should write my everyday life in it.

Tadam. That is my famous journal. It’s a book in some sorts and in a way it was THE book of 2015 for me.

You ask for a few glimpses?


This is my ‘daily routine’ I tried to force onto myself. Never followed it. Not even once. May I clarify that 1) all annotations you find on all the pages shown here were made previously and nothing was added for the sake of this post (wow that sounded way too formal) and 2) it says every Tuesday and Friday. Actually that was a reminder for Miranda and Superwoman videos which come out on Monday and Thursday, but the difference in time zones combined with Lilly and Colleen’s laziness and procrastination in posting make it so that I only ever get to watch their videos on Tuesdays and Friday. On a side note, this might be the longest caption any picture has ever gotten. I’m strangely satisfied.


This is taken from my ‘Song Of The Day (or any day)’ section, where I basically scribble words to songs I currently am hooked to, with related (and horrible) drawings.
Similar page. As you might have notice, I was going through my Melanie-Martinez-Obsession phase back then.
I wrote this after a few – disagreements – with, um, someone. Hi sweetie ^^
My first few entries…
… and about six months later. Notice any changes?

(I don’t think you asked but I just showed you anyway. You’re welcome.)

And that concludes my 2015 Book Haul!

*Caution: angry brain waves coming through*

Was it THAT hard to write, me? Was it? Are you really going to lie and tell them it took you a whole month to write? Don’t you think they know that you’re a huge procrastinator and you wrote half of this post in like under an hour today?

*self-loathing mode: off*


*self-congratulatory mode: on*



*self-congratulatory mode: off*

I hope you enjoyed that, and that you had a good laugh at how little books I have acquired this year (I know most of you get these in like a week).

Let’s hope that I’ll get to read them all this year, and that I’ll find many more amazing books I can tell you about at the end of next January!