In recent years, I’ve watched tons of superhero movies and I’ve been wondering what would I be like if I had special abilities. Not that I’m cynical or anything, but I think there are very good reasons why God made me this ordinary. Here are some that I was able to come up with:
For the longest times, I’ve been struggling to come to grips with who I am. You know, understanding yourself enough to commit that person to paper and tell others exactly who you are. But I’ve learnt that that person, me, is constantly changing, a walking contradiction, and that’s ok. I’m still being learning how to be;
I am the sum of my parts,
the hypocrisy when my opinions change
the love when I empathize with strangers
the quirks that trick me up.
the insecurities and confidence that swing like moods.
I am the one who couldn’t care less,
yet the one that screams for approval
I am the sum of the people I love, of the past I may regret, of the hopes I hold dear.
I am all of this.
I am mess but I am me.
Genre: Amazingly Diverse and Important YA
Synopsis: The Hate U Give follows the life of sixteen-year-old African-American Starr, who is the sole witness to the murder of her friend at the hand of a White police officer. Starr must come to terms with her loss; while reconciling her two worlds i.e. the prep school she attends and the “ghetto” neighbourhood she grows up in; and hopes to find the courage to ensure that her friend gets the justice he deserves.
My thoughts: I cried, I laughed, I felt inspired, and I wanted to know everyone else who read it feel the same way. I flipped loved it. I don’t know how to write this without any spoilers. The book made me want to watch reruns of Fresh Prince, play some basketball and listen to Tupac. I’ve only realistically done one of those things and it definitely isn’t basketball.
The sweetest lie,
“I will change at the stroke of midnight”
But we all know
Resolutions I couldn’t keep in July
Are resolutions I won’t keep in January
Yet, I still believe I can Cinderella my way into the New Year
Just need to find fairy godmother
The end of the year is upon us… Some will say “Hooray!” Others will Boo, I’m just like “Meh!”
Anyway, I thought this would be a great time to have a consolidated look at all the books that I’ve read this year. Plus, I like making graphs and pie charts and analysing things. Win-win!!!
Firstly, I will go through my top 5 favourite books that I read in 2017. This is a very subjective list, and some of the excitement that I had initially may have subsided, but I believe this list to be an honest representation of my feelings right now on the 30th of December 2017.
- Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Love. Love. Love. Is all I have for this book. I have never cried such painful tears before. If you want to read more about me fangirling out over this book, you can check out it out here. Continue reading “My Year in Books”
I thought I’d do something different today. I saw this tag on Thrice Read, and it seemed like a lot of fun. I invite you all to try it if you’d like.
Here goes nothing…
T – Turtles All the Way Down by John Green
John Green’s newest novel since The Fault in Our Stars. It’s been on my mind lately, so it was an obvious choice. I’ve just started reading it, so excited. Continue reading “My Name in Books Tag”
I believe in the magic of names, and mine means “The one we love”
My name suggests that an encounter with me might change your life,
One interaction with yours truly will render you unmistakably in love.
A name passed down through the generations of my family,
How do I live up to playfully wisdom of my great-aunt?
Or the ‘take on the world’ charm of my aunt?
The living legends of my name’s past.
But I didn’t want to be loved by everyone,
Not by people who didn’t really know who I was.
They didn’t know that I was flawed and prone to stumble,
Or that on some days I wasn’t very lovable, not even a little bit, not even at all.
So I made my universe smaller,
One filled with people who would love me
Even if my name wasn’t magic
Once upon a time, I had believed that if you could list all the things you loved about someone, you didn’t really love them, least not completely. Because in my quite feeble understanding, Love shouldn’t or rather couldn’t be quantified.
Love is this abstract concept, an immeasurable force, much like infinity. We created a scale simply to ease our vast ignorance to its majesty.
So if you ever succeeded in counting my favourable qualities, and everything you adored about me could fit neatly on a piece of paper. Then I would be convinced you didn’t love me enough. For if this love was true, and you dared to quantify it, you should be counting for all eternity.
But maybe this was just an excuse. A way for me not to truthfully appreciate the depths of my love for you. If I simply assumed my love was endless, I didn’t have to prove it. I just accepted it as true and expected you to do the same. Now I realise that that was not enough.
I love you, I honestly do. I feel it everywhere within me, through the shivers that run from the warmth of my heart down to the tips of my toes and upwards, creating a love-drunk haze in my head.
Once I tried to put in words all that you meant to me, I realised I just how much I need you, how much I want you. How unique this feeling in this moment with you is.
So even with the few things about you, I was able to commit to paper, I knew our love was immeasurable and I was content with the evidence of it.
I am the background music in the elevator,
The notes playing so softly, you ignore me.
A sound so unforgettable, I play arbitrator
Between you and this awkward silence.
But you don’t listen
Please hear me, I plead
Quiet the world and hear me! I bleed
This is your last chance
For I cannot raise my voice.
I am a dreamer
I believe there is more than this immediate reality
I sustain myself with hope
I will make it through this storm
I understand the importance of wild optimism
Even in the face of drowning fear
Because I am a dreamer.