Back into Princess Mia’s World

Currently, I’m rereading the first book of The Princess Diaries. I bought the book at a sale recently for my sister. I figured that since she’s about to enter teenage, Princess Mia could make the journey easier. She is a pretty good role model.

And of course, I wanted to introduce her to the world of fictional crushes.

MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ! She didn’t end up reading it :/

She probably will read it eventually but well, not the over enthusiastic fangirling I was expecting.

So I started reading it.

And OH MY GOD!!!!! All the signs are there! Michael liked Mia right from book one! He even tries to ask her out!  How awesome is that?

If it weren’t for Percabeth, Mia and Michael would probably be my OTP.

I also started imagining Grandmere as more french. I’m pretty sure she has an accent and the French body language. Ah the lyrical language of the french!

Also, I’m kind of getting the feeling like Prince Phillipe was still in love with Helen.

Rereading is so reflective! It adds so many perspectives to the time when we read it for the first time. There’s also the fact that I tend to miss out stuff because my reading speed is fast.

I worshipped Princess Mia. I thought of her as the best role model.

Unimportant fact – I begun to ask people to call me Mia around the same time I first read Princess Diaries.  A nickname was long due because, well, when you have a nine letter name with a tricky spelling, it’s misspelled a lot. Which is irritating. So I became Mia.

I have history exams tomorrow. History is my thing. Last year, I appeared for a history exam, I hadn’t studied. Not at all. I had accepted that I was going to fail and napped on the journey to the exam hall while my friends furiously revised. I ended up scoring 66/80 which was a pretty decent score.

So I’m not all that worried. I love studying for history! I had a tradition with my dad. We would stay awake discussing history till 2am or so prior to a history exam. And I used to remember every word!

On the music side, I find myself listening to Coldplay a lot. I love Chris Martin’s voice! And their songs make me feel and inspire me.

Oh and I applied for my Voter’s id last week. Hopefully I will be able to vote in the upcoming State elections. Fingers crossed!

Blogging or Procrastinating?

I have my First Semester Finals going on and honestly? I am bored. Today was just the second paper, four more to go, but I’m just so sick and tired and sleep deprived. I have been sleeping for 5 hours for the past two nights. Tonight doesn’t seem to be any different. It’s just that I can function better with the moon than the sun. But the lack of sleep is taking its toll and I don’t just mean dark circles.

And to think that I was partying this time last week. Well, not last Friday but last Thursday. We had our college fest launch. It was awesome! I danced like demented dementors and chugged Sprite like there was no tomorrow. Well, it’s Sprite and it was free. Then I had a pizza at Domino’s. With only cheese as a topping. Bliss, I tell you, bliss.

Last week, I was dancing. This week I’m mugging up Economics. Yep. I’ve Economics tomorrow. Economics is my nemesis. I don’t get it and it doesn’t want me to get it. I manage during exams. But after passing out of 12th grade, I thought it was Adios Alfred Marshall. Nope, that didn’t happen.

I’ve to study Economics just for one semester but if you ask me, it’s one sem too much.

At least I remember something from last year’s Economics textbook. That’s a silver lining I suppose.

Moving on, Diary of an Introverted Schmuck will be completing 6 months on October 1st!!! I really didn’t think that I would last six months. This is just wow! I’ll be writing an entire post for the thank yous.

I’ve observed that I tend to read more when I have my exams. I have read seven books in the last three days. Really. Not just that, I’ve been reading many more blogs than I normally do. There are some really great writers out there. Artists, authors, bloggers (because I’ve come to believe that blogging is an art in itself.) who are just phenomenal. It makes me believe a little more in the human race.

My point is, no matter how much I enjoyed and learned from these blogs, I needed to study. I did study but blogging became a means of procrastination. And I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing.

If I’m procrastinating by blogging and interacting with other bloggers, it means that I’ve really come to love blogging and that I am not going to give up midway.

But, on the other hand, studying for exams is important.

Dilemma schlemma.

I really should stop procrastinating now. My Eco textbook beckons me into its treacherous embrace.


Things that make me happy 1: Amazon deliveries

Fifteen minutes ago, my doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood the courier guy with a bigass box.

I paid him and danced around hugging my box.


Then I got a pair of scissors and cut of the tapes to get my hands on the treasures that lay inside.




This is just the half of my order. Two books will be delivered by tomorrow.

A Dance with Dragons which is missing from the stack and Let it Snow.

I already own A Clash of Kings.


The books were delivered with these weird smelling air pillows.


My sister loves them but I wish it was bubblewrap instead. Popping bubblewrap is one of the most fun things anyone can do. It’s a big mystery why.

I wish I could start reading A Storm of Swords: Part 1 immediately.


But I will have to wait for a week. Damn these exams! 

It’s just a week. Just a week. Breathe Mia. Breathe.

Meanwhile I’ll just bury my nose in each of these and breathe the amazing new book smell. It’s a ritual for me anyway. I sniffed The Fault in our Stars for two whole days before I read it.

Is that weird?

I love it!

Do you?

Top Ten Tuesday : Ten Books for my Fall TBR


I’m doing another Top Ten Tuesday! Yay! Top Ten Tuesday is an awesome meme hosted by The Broke and Bookish.

This week I’ll be listing 10 books that I want to read in the fall. Although it’ll be more like winter because there’s no fall season in Mumbai.

So here are the Ten Books I Plan To Read In The Fall-


10) The Book Thief by Markus Zusak : I just need to borrow it from somewhere or someone.


9) Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte : Since I’ve read books written by the other two Bronte sisters, it is only fair that I read a book written by Anne Bronte. On the plus side, I recently bought a copy.

8) Scorch Trials and The Death Cure by James Dashner : I read the Maze Runner sometime this year and then immediately read the Wikipedia summary of the next two books (Yes, I am an idiot.) Bad stuff happens and it is only now that I have decided to bookworm up and read them. I might even buy them. Sale at Amazon! ❤


7) Persuasion by Jane Austen : I have hardly read any classics this year and Persuasion has been on my TBR for way too long.


6) An Abundance of Katherines, and Will Grayson, Will Grayson, and Let it Snow : Basically any John Green book I haven’t read yet. Oh and I ordered Let it Snow today. So now I have the complete John Green collection.


5) Infernal Devices trilogy by Cassandra Clare : I’ve been advised to read Infernal Devices around the same time as The Mortal Instruments and I intend to do the very same. Plus, I am making up for not having read Cassandra Clare until a few months ago.

Shopaholic to the Stars (UK)

4) Shopaholic to the Stars by Sophie Kinsella : Becky Brandon (nee Bloomwood) is back! I’m super excited for the latest Shopaholic book! Can’t wait to laugh at Becky’s antics.


3) The Mortal Instrument series by Cassandra Clare : I read the City of Bones a couple of months ago and I finished reading City of Ashes just today. The sibling thing irritated me a little but I can’t wait to read City of Glass anyway. Just waiting till Friday when my friend issues it from the library.


2) Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan : Holy Hera! Fifteen days till BoO comes out. I feel like wailing like a Banshee every time I realize that this book will be the very last time we read about Percy and Co. I have obsessed over Percy Jackson for so long now. I can’t believe the series is coming to an end. October 8 is going to be a busy day. I am going to read BoO as soon as I get my hands on it. And then sit and cry in a corner. Honestly, fangirling is tough.


1) A song of Ice and Fire series by George R. R. Martin : I have finally done it! I owned the second book ie A Clash of Kings and had previously read A Game of Thrones. I’ll be the proud owner of the other books as soon as Amazon delivers them to my place. Then, I will start reading them. *Happy Dance*Happy Dance*

What’s your Top Ten Tuesday List? Post your links in comments 🙂

The One in which I mostly talk about Lawyers

First things first, did you get the F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference from the title?

You did? I love you already.

You didn’t? Please go and watch Friends. I love you too, don’t worry.

This post is divided into two parts. First, I talk about Friends and second, I talk about lawyers.

So, F.R.I.E.N.D.S. …I am a little teary-eyed actually. It’s the ten year anniversary of the show this year and some evil people were circulating this-


Don’t you wish this was really happening? I do. I really, really do.

It’s the only show I’ve watched completely (so far). And, honestly? Only Game of Thrones compares to F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Then too, I’m more emotionally invested in Friends. I’ve laughed when they laughed. I’ve cried when they’ve cried. I’ve debated whether Ross and Rachel were on a break or not. And I’ve cried when they leave the apartment in the last one.

I’ve loved Monica, Chandler, Ross, Rachel, Joey and Phoebe (and Mike) as if I knew them personally.


So when the rumors started that there was going to be a reunion, I was really rooting for one. But then, they turned out to be rumors and my heart broke.

I am full of questions.

We know that Joey moves to LA and it’s hinted that Ross and Rachel get married. But do they stay married? And Mondler? And what about Phoebe and Mike? Do they end up having kids? What kind of an elder brother is Ben? Does Joey ever get married? I hope so because he is the one among the six who can love truly. That’s because Joey is most selfless one.

And! Are Emma, Phoebe’s triplets, Ben and Mondler’s twins friends, just like their parents?

I won’t ever know for sure but I am going to imagine that yes, Friends, gen 2 are best buddies. Just like the parents :’)

But, some part of me is secretly relieved. It’s better to let something be rather than try to revive it and get an incomplete imitation.

James Michael Tyler, or Gunther, did a fabulous interview. That was when I realized how much I really love Gunther. If it weren’t for Gunther’s coffee, would the Friends have hung out at Central Perk? Would they have been such great friends? I think not.


I am in dire need of a F.R.I.E.N.D.S. marathon. I already have ‘I’ll be there for you’ by the Rembrandts on repeat.

Now, moving on to the lawyers part of the post.

Lawyers have always impressed me.

These days, I’ve begun to walk down to college from the railway station with Geet. On the way, we pass the High Court. The lawyers rushing about just outside it are spectacular in their formals and blazers, and constant calls.

We’ve been observing this lady on the station. I saw her leaning against a shop window, coolly sipping steaming coffee. Then we saw her outside the High Court. I have a great deal of respect for her. She is always so calm yet calculating, observing.

Before I got into BMM, I was seriously contemplating lawyer as a future career. Now, a couple of months later, the thought is once again creeping into my mind. Well, it’s an option.

Grrrr! Choosing careers is so confusing. But that’s an issue which requires a post of its own.

I’ll stop now. I have ‘Midnight in Paris’ on pause. Paris! Owen Wilson! Woody Allen! Fitzgerald! Hemingway (although I’ve never read him)! Woohoo!

Chocolate 3: To go or not

This is the last chapter I’ve edited so far. I really should write more.

Let me know what you think 🙂

To go or not

Sam or whatever was left of him was airlifted out of here. The beautiful peaceful blonde guy in front of me wasn’t Sam. Not anymore. If it would have been Sam, the lips that I had kissed countless times would have been stretched into a grin. His peaceful face would have shown emotion because Sam had been the most expressive guy I had ever known. So it wasn’t Sam.
But it was. That guy, sleeping peacefully, had had the same blonde hair, the same nose, the same everything as my Sam. Because he was Sam. Only that he wasn’t sleeping peacefully or taking a nap. No. Sam O’Donnell was dead. Gone. Passed away. Kaboom.
It had been a week. Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. Ten thousand and eight minutes. Six lakh four thousand and eight hundred seconds. And still, I felt the sharp pinch every time, every single time Sam and death came in one sentence.
He had been eighteen. This shouldn’t have happened to an eighteen year old. Especially to a healthy eighteen year old. Not due to natural reasons. No matter what the doctors said, I refuse to believe it.
Who did it then? Me? Rachel? Kathy? Jeremy? Zac?
No. We were friends. At least we had been. Friends don’t do that. Not murder. So who had it been?
I blamed the ghost. I hadn’t met him. But he was the one. The culprit. There was no other explanation.
So this dead person I had been fascinated with, now well to put it lightly, was on the top of my hit list.
To make it even more worse, the O’Donnells including Rachel blamed me. I blamed myself. And rightly so, if I hadn’t wanted to come here, Sam would have been alive. It was all me and my selfishness.
I lay in self-loathing on Alexander Wilson’s bed. My eyes ached with dryness. All of me ached. I hadn’t slept in what seemed like a few years at the most. In reality, it had only been a week.
All I did was sit in the room, on the bed where I had my last memories of Sam. The alive Sam. I couldn’t bear to part with them. My strength whatever little I had of it had disappeared with a poof at the very same time when Rachel had lost it. She had made it clear that I was the one to blame for all of it.
The sun was shining outside. The sun rays penetrated the window and pierced my eyes. I wished for the dark of the night. It was good company and sunshine felt all wrong. How dare the sun shine down upon the earth when the earth was no longer inhabited by Sam?
The world was such a bloody unfair place to live in.
A soft knock at the door jerked me out of my joyous merrymaking. It had been a while since any contact with the world outside.
I gave no indication of my presence in the room. I did not want to. What’s the use? I’m better off alone in here.
I expected the person knocking to just go away, give up. Instead the knocking grew more insistent. The soft knock was now a loud drumming.
I continued ignore.
Finally the person outside stopped knocking. I let out the breath I had been holding. I couldn’t face any of them now.
As I was once again about to lose myself in the gloomy situation, she opened the door. Yes the door hadn’t been locked. It was Kathy in all her glory.
Argh. I so don’t need this. Is it not enough that I am beating myself up into a pulp over this? I can literally see the psychological bruises.
She walked in towards me as I looked back defiantly at her. She rested her ass beside mine and held my hand.
“How are you doing?” she asked in the gentlest voice.
“Fine. Just peachy.” I said looking down at the bed.
“Really? You don’t fool me, Becky.”
“Really.” I said not raising my eyes.
“Rebecca Andrews, I am your friend! Stop acting like this right at this very moment!”
“But you sound like my mom.”
“Good. Now speak.”
“How will I be Kathy? This sucks. And I am the one to blame.”
“No. you’re not.”
“Of course I am.”
“The autopsy reports say otherwise.”
“Rachel blam….”
“Rachel is Rachel. She’s in grief. She needs someone to blame. Unfortunately it’s you.”
“Kathy, do you seriously believe that none of this my fault?” I said through the tears that had started falling freely. And I had thought that I was all cried out.
“Yes, I do.” She said firmly daring me to contradict her. “Now, stop crying. Is there a sale going on on tears or something? Seriously. Besides, all of us need each other today.”
“Why? What is today?”
“Today. Becky, today is his funeral.”
“Oh.” Was all I could get out. Did someone just punch my tummy?
“We need to stick together. Also, there’s a breakfast meeting about some issues. You should come.”
“Do you want to clean up? Comb your hair?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Okay. As you wish. Now let’s go.”
Kathy marched me back to the room where they were camping. Indoor camping. Wow.
Neither one of us felt the need to fill the quiet with the unnecessary chatter. I felt weak and realized that I had probably lost some weight in the past week. Finally. Wallowing in grief and guilt was so much better than going to the gym.
As soon as I entered the room, I felt all their eyes on me as I took my seat at the table.
I tried to avoid meeting their eyes until I realized that it was inevitable. I looked up and I saw four different emotions in the four different pairs of eyes.
Kathy was concerned. Jeremy looked wary. Zack had pity. And Rachel, Rachel had revulsion. Revulsion and real, pure hatred.
I looked away half expecting to see another pair of blue eyes exactly like Rachel’s smirking at me. Hair so very like her only shorter.
It hit me again. The absence of him. How in the world was I going to survive this? How were any of us going to deal with this?
Sam had been our sunshine. The person that stopped us from killing each other. The one that stopped Zach from getting in to drunken bar fights with truck drivers. The one who had set Kathy and Jeremy up. The only one who could deal with Rachel when she was a bitch. The only one she would listen to.
He was the one who could make me laugh non matter how bitterly I was crying. He was the one who would stare intensely at me when he felt I wasn’t looking. He had eaten those cookies. He had…. he had loved me. The only guy ever who had.
We had never been perfect. I had loved him anyway.
I could feel someone speaking. I could just feel the vibrations. I was falling down the tartarus and it was swallowing all the sensations. All except the pain.
I felt something. It felt alien. I looked up blinking back tears. Wow. I was crying. That was new.
Kathy had her arms around me and she was whispering that everything was going to be okay. Okay? Was okay even possible?
I was breaking apart. I could almost feel bits of my skin blowing away in the wind, disintegrating me.
I was freezing, I realized as I opened my eyes. I hadn’t even realized that I was asleep.
My head didn’t hurt anymore. Nor did my eyes. On the other hand I couldn’t see anything. Like nothing at all. Except darkness. I had non clue where in the world I was. Was I even still in Aphrodelia?
I guess yes. It wouldn’t be this freezing back home. One thing about the weather in Aphrodelia is that it cold here.
I tried to go back to sleep but I was all slept out. Maybe I could start a bit of ghost busting. Why procrastinate?
I crept out of the bed. I realized I was alone. Alone was good for kicking some ghost ass.
I walked towards the door. For a moment,I was afraid that they had locked me in. But no. Fortunately for me.
This time around I had my slippers. So I was cold but not freezing.
I decided to go in the direction opposite to the room where they had found him.
I reached the first closed door. That was when I realized I had no freaking clue about any of this.
Okay. Seven days a week. Seven Harry Potters. Seventh door. I counted six doors. The seventh door, I opened.
It made the most horrible creaking noise that raised my hair. I almost backed out.
Then I switched on my flashlight to at least take a look at the room.
Calling it grand would be the understatement of the year. The room was long and rectangular. Portraits were hung on both the long walls. Every portrait had a man with fat moustaches and a pouffed up lady. There were different men and women in every painting but they were obviously related. All of them were old and had the ‘I am so awesome’ expression and upturned noses. The ladies wore way too much of jewellery. Yes, they had the money but none of them had any decent looks as such. Call me superficial but all these people were lords and ladies. They were supposed to be pretty.
Or maybe I had been reading too many M & Bs.
I started from the left wall. These paintings were clearly older with cracked canvases and faded colors. The first one was of a Lord William Wilson and a Lady Priscilla. I moved forward chronologically. They were all the same only a generation ahead of each other.
There were ten portraits in all. Ten generations of the Wilsons. None of them stunners. At least that was what I felt till I reached painting number nine.
The lord in it Lord Hector was old-ish but striking with a straight posture and a thin moustache unlike his forefathers. Lady Anne was younger than the other ladies had been. Prettier too. She had glossy brown hair and smiling eyes. She was smiling too, the only one who didn’t look grumpy.
I moved towards the next one squinting my eyes. Thank goodness, my flashlight was strong enough.
The other painting was different. The couple in it were young. They were blessed in the looks department too. He had beautiful brown hair and eyes that were laughing as much as he was. The eyes were deep dark pools in the night light. He was hot! She was wearing a ballgown will a low cut neckline that had certainly been the talk of the town back then. She was tiny with luscious black hair that was straight. Green eyes, the cheekbones. They felt so familiar. I had a feeling of dejavu looking at this woman’s face. Where had I seen her before?
I stood there staring at her in wonder. Then it struck me. I had seen her before in my mirror. My reflection, me; she was my doppelganger!
I frantically read the plaque. Oh. My. God. It was him. It was her. Lord Alexander Wilson and his fiancée Miss Victoria Cooper.
Something started burning in my stomach. I had this irresistible ugre to either ripe of the portrait or at least draw a really silly moustache on Alexander’s happy face. Alexander Wilson was a sick twice dead man. I was killing him. Seriously.
Apparently he was the ghost who haunted the mansion. Apparently he was the one who had murdered Sam.
I had never felt that intense hatred for anyone as I did for Alexander Wilson.
And the worse thing was that they looked happy together. And the bitch was going to leave him. He was going to go crazy, die and murder my boyfriend.
I hated both of them. Sam was gone and they were the reason.
Sam was gone. All of a sudden, my legs couldn’t bear the weight of me. My knees were bending and I was sinking.
The portrait room had a fur carpet. I lay down on it. I tried to concentrate on my breathing. Was it going to hurt this bad every time?
I had nothing to cover myself with and I fell in a sleep where I was trekking the south pole.
Next morning, I opened my eyed when I could feel light beyond the lids. The portrait room had a window. I felt better today. Like I could deal with all of this. Sam wouldn’t want me to be sad so I’d decided to be happy.
I could hear voices muffled by the thick door. I could hear people running. I couldn’t feel anything though. My feet were asleep. My finger tips and toes were numb from the cold. So was my ass.
I got up from the floor. And my eyes fell on him and her. I agree she had a haughty turn to her face. But he didn’t look like someone who would kill. He looked genuine. It unnerved me. How could he look so damn normal?
There had to be something. A fat nose? A crazed look in his eyes? Fangs?
I couldn’t figure him out.
I was staring hard at him, trying to find some kind of flaw. Something about him that could kill.
My eyes were beginning to water yet I couldn’t look away.
Way to go Rebecca. Staring at your boyfriend’s murderer.
The door slammed open. I nearly sheded my skin and ran away. It was Rachel, glaring. Only today, I wasn’t going to let her get to me.
“What are you staring at?” She snarled.
“My long lost twin.”
“What? ”
“Look at this.”
“Oh my God. She is a prettier version of you.”
“Thank you. ”
She walked towards the door and yelled downstairs.
Soon we were joined by the others. Kathy was standing beside me staring at the painting too.
All of us were amazed.
“You had us worried sick, Rebecca.” Said Kathy.
“I know. I’m sorry. I meant to return before dawn but sometime just before I fell asleep. ”
“It’s okay. Just, next time, please inform. We don’t want you to be next. ”
“Okay. I promise.”
“So are you guys related or something?” She asked pointing at Victoria.
“No relation that I know of.”
“It must be a coincidence. You aren’t stuck up. She is literally plastered with glue.”
“Gee thanks Kathy.”
“So people, when are we leaving?” Asked Rachel loudly.
“In about six months,Rachel.” I declared confidently.
I looked around asking for support. There was none. Something had changed. And I was feeling pissed.
“What?” I asked accusingly.
“We’re leaving earlier than that.” Said Zac sheepishly.
“A lot earlier. ” added Rachel skankily.
“And why so?” I asked warily.
“We’re scared. Sam died. Maybe of natural reasons. Maybe this house is actually haunted. But we’re scared anyway. None of us want to be next. Mr and Mrs O’Donnell are really shaken up and they want Rachel to come back home. So we leave tomorrow.” Said Jeremy steadily.
“Okay. So you guys leave. I’ll manage here.”
“And leave you alone? Are you freaking kidding me? You are coming with us! We hadn’t come along only for Sam, you know? ” which I what I had thought all along .
“What about the ghost? And GRO? I need to stay here for the next six months.”
“No. It’s too much of a risk. Please Rebecca, be reasonable.”
“Can I think about it? ”
“Okay. Now let’s go have breakfast.” Said Kathy cheerfully.
So we did. I had been surviving on candies for the past one week. Having proper food inside me felt just do good.
I made a pros and cons list for going back home as opposed to staying back here. Jeremy did have a point. Sam dying changed everything. My parents must be worried sick. As must be all the other parental units especially the O’Donnells.
It made sense to return no matter how much I wanted to stay. Because I did want to stay desperately. If I returned home, I wasn’t getting this kind of a haunted opportunity ever again.
Not to mention my dad. He was a great dad. Really. But he had really been against me coming to Aphrodelia right from the very beginning .
I had always been the obedient one. This was the very first time I had wanted to do something different. Something that my parents didn’t agree to.
If I went back now, I was afraid I would go back to being that girl again. No ghosts ever. Except on Halloween. But that’s not the same.
Also I loved Wilson mansion. Literally loved it. I would not mind living her for the rest of my life.
But Sam had died here. I didn’t want to risk Rachel’s or Kathy’s or Jeremy’s or Zac’s lives.
Insisting on staying back was going to male me feel guilty because they would stay back to. And I wasn’t sure that I could bear losing any one of them.
So I guess there was nothing o do but go. Responsibility before ghosts.
By the time I came to this conclusion, I was done with my breakfast.
No better time than the present. I took a deep breath.
“So guys, I guess we should start packing.” I said not quite meeting their eyes. This was too hard. Like getting my eyebrows done.
“We already kinda packed.”
“Did you call the GRO people? For the plane pickup? ”
“Yeah. That too. ”
“What if I had refused to come home? ”
“Well, your parents have given us the permission to physically carry you home.”
We looked at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing. I wasn’t very light.
My remaining time at Wilson mansion was spent packing. And mentally threatening and cursing the ghost of Alexander Wilson. He had gotten away.
Around dusk, I crept back into Alexander’s bedroom. This was where Sam had last been alive. Technically not. But here was where he had told me that he loved me. I just missed him so much.
I cried silently for a few minutes. As soon as I got home, I was going to add crying to my hobbies on Facebook.
Then I went back to the sleeping area. It was now night and dark. The temperature dropped a few degrees.We had an early dinner of chicken soup. Steaming soup felt so good in this weather.
We arranged our sleeping bags with the me in the middle. Rachel and Kathy on my either side and Zac and Jeremy next to them respectively.
I couldn’t sleep for some time having slept quite a lot in the past 48 hours. Finally I drifted off into the dreamland.
Unfortunately it seemed today they were handing out freaky dreams.
I dreamt that Sam was still here. Alive. I could feel him, his heat . I could feel his heart beating. I could see his eyes blazing. I could smell him. He smelt like the sea, sand and summer. He kissed me. And someone knocked on an invisible door.
My eyes snapped open. I looked around for Sam. Until it hit me yet again. It had just been a dream. Sometimes the best dreams are the worst ones. Especially when there’s no chance of them coming true.
So it was just a dream. A tear escaped my eye and slid down my cheek.
A noise made me jump. I realized someone was actually knocking on the door. I got up to open it. The brass knocker could get insistent. Bad idea I know. But I wasn’t in my senses at all.
As I stepped out of the sleeping area, I felt Kathy stir up. I felt her shake Jeremy and Rachel. Zac had been wide awake.
I looked at their tense faces asking. Jeremy nodded gravely.
I held up a flashlight at the general direction of the door. My heart was skittering like a pebble and my brain yelled mortal peril. A knock out of nowhere in nowhere was disturbing.
I inhaled and opened the door before I could freak myself anymore.
A guy was standing out. His eyes were squinting due the flash of the flashlight.
I lowered the flashlight to get a better look at him. Who was he? A psychopathic killer? The pizza delivery guy?
He took my breath away. He was tall. I had to look up to meet his eyes. His eyes; they were melting balls of chocolate as they held mine with an intensity that could be called scary. His hair was chocolate brown and longish without being weird. His face was all strong planes softened by full lips.
I remembered all those lines, each one of those hard lines. The painter who had made the portrait had been accurate.
“Hi.” He said making that two lettered word sound like poetry.
I couldn’t look away. Nor could he.
I couldn’t breath. I didn’t know if he could.
I fainted.

Top Authors I’ve Only Read One Book From But NEED to Read More


Top Ten Tuesday is an original feature/weekly meme created at the amazing blog Broke and Bookish . They have a weekly theme and bloggers from all around the world post their lists.

I love making list and I’ve been wanting to do a Top Ten Tuesday for ages. So here’s me, seizing the opportunity.

Top Authors I’ve Only Read One Book From But NEED to Read More

10) C.J. Skuse : I read Rockoholic earlier this year and it was an eye-opener without being tragic. Yes, I’m obsessed about a rockstar. So I could relate to it. Also, her bio on Goodreads makes me want to read more of C.J. Skuse’s books. Talk about badass.

9) Ned Vizzini : It’s kind of a funny story was a book that is still loitering around my brain. Usually, I tend to forget about the books I’ve read. Yeah, I need to eat almonds and improve my memory. I really want to read Ned Vizzini’s other books.

8) Cath Crowley : Oh these Autralian authors! How I love them! Melina Marchetta would have been here too if I hadn’t read The Lumatere Chronicles. Anyway, Graffiti Moon by Cath Crowley was magic. Secret Graffiti artists, destiny, Nuit Blanche…bam! Magic! This list has made me realize that I should add her other books to my TBR and read them!

7) Matthew Quick : Silver Linings Playbook– the book, while quite different from the movie, was better. The book is always better. I will hopefully read Forgive me, Leonard Peacock real soon. Dude’s got Peacock as a surname!

6) F. Scott Fitzgerald : I have multiple reasons for reading more of Mr. Fitzgerald. But honestly, do I even need a reason? The Great Gatsby was pretty awesome. Plus, it never hurts to read more of classic writers. And! I am a HUGE fan of his great granddaughter Blake Hazard from The Submarines and Gatsby isn’t her favorite. So I really want to try out the Fitzgerald books she likes.

5) Cassandra Clare : I’ve read the first book of The Mortal Instruments and I’ve a pact with a mate. She’s going to issue City of Ashes for me from her library while she reads City of Bones. But we have our semester exams next week. Phew. After that, I suppose.

4) Maeve Binchy : A Week in Winter was one of the most calming books I’ve ever read. Maeve Binchy’s books are usually based in rural Ireland. Now, I’ve never been to Ireland- rural or urban. But it sounds beautiful from her books. Plus I’ve owned Tara Road ever since I picked it up in a second hand shop last year. I better read it soon.

3) Jonathan Stroud : Okay, so, Bartimaeus in The Amulet of Samarkand was a total badass! I can’t wait to borrow the next book in the series from Dee.

2) James Dashner : Dystopia happens to be one of my favorite genres. The Maze Runner was gripping and I want to know what happens next and most importantly, who dies? It’s a dystopian novel. Might as well accept that loads of characters are going to die.

1) Arundhati Roy : Technically, I’ve just read an essay of her’s but it was some 90 pages long so I hope it counts. Arundhati Roy is super super super smart and she has the ability to use her pen as a whip. The essay I read was on the Narmada Bachao Andolan, titled The Greater Common Good. But it was so well written. She criticized the dam project with all the correct arguments. I was immediately influenced by her written word. She is just amazing. I should really buy The God of Small Things and read it asap!


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