A Review of The Taker by Alma Katsu.

The Taker by Alma Katsu.

The Taker is a minty fresh breath of air in a world so dominated at the moment by a tween culture hooked on Twilight.

When I first picked up the book in ASDA, I admit I judged it, I read the back saw the words immortals and thought, oh no another product of the vampire craze that's going on. A craze I'm not a fan off, I like my vampires like Mitchell on Being Human except maybe less Human. Now however I'm misleading you because this is a book far from vampires, this is about humanity.
This is Lanny's story, after she arrives in the E.R one cold night, Lanny begins to tell Luke a tale of love reminiscent of that from Wuthering Heights.
The book begins by leading straight into action that tickles every part of your curious being, I fail to see how anyone can not read at least the first few pages and not want to know more, not want to know who Lanny is, where she has come from, what led to her to being in that ER.

Taking a break from essay writing.....

Ok so I'm tkaing a little break from essay writing. As I've previously stated, twice now my Blog will be back on full form after my exams were over which in my eyes is a shame because I miss writing it and I have found several things that I want to write about, several reviews and things I want to have a little rant about.
Anywho my essays are sort of coming along, I've been stressing out over them which I never normally do, I think  the fact that next year I will be in second year and should know everything makes me a little worried. I'm probably missing some vital skills that I need but I'll learn them again over summer.

Anyway not only do I have all these essays and the like I also have a birthday party to plan because this saturday I am due to turn 21, thats 2 and a 1. I'm having a fancy dress party with friend and family and the like I'm going as one of the best characters of all time, The Joker :) well actually I'm being a female Joker.
I'm excited of course I am but theres so much to do I feel like I have no time at all this week. When i return to full blogging mode, sometime within the next two weeks. there'll will be a wonderful feast of things.

1. A Review of the amazing novel I'm nearly finsihed reading The Taker by Alma Katsu
2. Some more diagnosis Murder reviews
3. A review of X-men first class which I will hopefully ave seen by then.
4. A Post about my new love in the form of the amazing Jane Lynch.

So I guess for now it's farewell for a little while... check back soon :)

Ugly Duckling Out

Most People Have Best Friends......

I've given up on the challenge I can't keep up with it at all. Anyway back to the blog at hand.

Most People have a best friend, at least one, someone who knows them inside out. My mother has four, my brother has a few, my boyfriend, people I went to college with, people at uni, people at work. Everyone seems to have a bestfriend with the exception of me. Bit over dramatic, I'm sure there are people outthere who don't have best friends. Everyone I know seems to have at least one though.
Boyfriends aren't the same as bestfriends. I always seem to drift though I make friends but they never seem to stick. Like I'm that awkward puzzle piece that just floats over all the others and trys to fit with others.
I always thought this was a bad thing and then I realised I had something better, something that would and never could hurt me.
While most people have best friends, I have Harry Potter and Diagnosis Murder. This is not to say that I'm crazy, let me explain...
I don't remember the first time I watched Diagnosis Murder but I remeber vividly when I was at school. I used to set my video recorder every day for 3 years maybe. 2:15 on the dot and the recorder would do it's thing taping my precious programme, because, it was mine. Thats what I told myself anywho.
I can remember the way it felt, I would get home but I would never truly feel home until I sat down in front of that, It's strange, it was like a wave crashed over me and suddenly I was like a ghost, a mute who was a part of this wonderful world but at the same time I never truly was. I'm not crazy, I never used to imagine them talking to me or anything. It was just a sense of belonging a sense of wonderment and magic at it.
Potter was like this for me to, in particular Prisoner Of Azkaban, I only had to open the book and this wave crashed over we, this wave of feeling like I belonged somewhere. It was amazing.
On this feeling alone I got through anything and everything in my life, anytime I felt sad insecure, down upset, angry. I didn't need anyone to hug me, to comfort me to talk to.
I just used to open these books or watch this programme and everything would fade into oblivion. I imagine the rush could be compared to what an addict feels, because I did become addicted to them.
So while most people had best friends I had these. I never needed anyhting more or less. It would be nice to have some best friends, I wished I had a set up like Mark Amanda Jesse and Steve or like Harry Ron and Hermione or the Marauders before them but I don't. Maybe that will come later in life. The only thing I can do is Keep on living.

Ugly Duckling Out xx