You turn on your phone, press the camera button, then hold it up. No, change it, change the angle, change your face, put on more make up, take some off… Put a filter on it…. Make it perfect…

A while ago I wrote a post called Look in the mirror, over a year ago now. It’s not my best post, but I like what it was saying. Thing is, I’m failing at my own challenge, I don’t look in the mirror twice, I look once, I glance at it. I pick out my flaws, and don’t go back to fin the things I love. And now I take pictures, selfies. Pick at the things I hate then take pictures of them.

Everyone does it, you do it, don’t you? You take these pictures, or you look at pictures other people took, you pick out the things you hate. You circle them, you stare at them, you try to fix them…


Don’t you dare do that, that is not okay. The fact that people make you so self-concious that you take these amazing things about yourself, things that other people love, things you love on other people, and try to take them away from yourself… Why do we do this to ourselves?

So today I challenge myself, and you, but mainly myself, to not take these pictures… To take one picture, not one hundred, and pick out the things you love, circle those… Imagine the picture is of someone else, look at it from the perspective of a complete stranger. They’re amazing aren’t they? All those things you hated before? Someone loves, you should love… So don’t take those pictures, the ones you hate, circling the things that make you you and trying to blot them out.

Remember that someone loves the things you hate, and stop taking selfies just to point out your flaws.




An Elephant



Oh so many things

Songs and words, all of our Kings.

Today and tomorrow,

I will say:

Can you remember, the Elephant way?

This is what happy looks like, Jennifer E. Smith.


This is what happy looks like (Buy at Amazon)

If fate sent you an email, would you answer? It’s June – seventeen-year-old Ellie O’Neill’s least favourite time of year. Her tiny hometown is annually invaded by tourists, and this year there’s the added inconvenience of a film crew. Even the arrival of Hollywood heartthrob Graham Larkin can’t lift her mood. But there is something making Ellie very happy. Ever since an email was accidentally sent to her a few months ago, she’s been corresponding with a mysterious stranger, the two of them sharing their hopes and fears. Their developing relationship is not without its secrets though – there’s the truth about Ellie’s past… and her pen pal’s real identity. When they finally meet in person, things are destined to get much more complicated. Can two people, worlds apart but brought together by chance, make it against all the odds?


The plot was enjoyable in this book, it wasn’t overly complicated, and you could see some of it coming, but no more than I think you should. They were very sweet together, and I really liked reading about them.

I felt I connected with Ellie really well, Graham too. Some of the other characters were a bit cardboard cut out, and I would have liked to know a little bit more about them, but to be honest I quite liked them how they were, and I kind of liked how the book focused mainly around Ellie and Graham, not so much around the background characters.

It was written very well, never boring, always interesting enough. I really like her style of writing, I’ve now read one of her other books and loved it.

I loved the emails at the beginning, although when I lent it to my friend she said she didn’t like that you already know who the emailer is, even though Ellie doesn’t. Which I guess takes away some of the mystery, but I really liked. Too each their own.

I really enjoyed it, it’s one of my favourite romances. I loved the way the characters interacted with each other, the beginning was funny, and it kind of kept that atmosphere the whole way through. It’s a very enjoyable book.

In conclusion, a very good book, well written, good characters, good story, I definitely recommend it.

5/5          Because I can’t find any fault in it :)

Enders Game: Book vs. Film

Ender's Game (Buy at Amazon)

Ender’s Game (Buy at Amazon)

Ender's Game Film (Buy at Amazon)

Ender’s Game Film (Buy at Amazon)








The human race faces annihilation.

 An alien threat is on the horizon, ready to strike. And if humanity is to be defended, the government must create the greatest military commander in history.

The brilliant young Ender Wiggin is their last hope. But first he must survive the rigours of a brutal military training program – to prove that he can be the leader of all leaders.

A saviour for mankind must be produced, through whatever means possible. But are they creating a hero or a monster?


I have reviewed the book over here if you want my full thoughts on that…


Ender’s game is a very powerful book, the ideas and the thoughts and points put across in the book are very powerful, it’s one of the very few books where you actually have to be paying attention when you’re reading it. Most books you can just skim while doing something else and still get the jist of things, but with Ender’s game you can’t.

Some very important things seemed to have been missed out of the film, and I know it’s hard to fit everything in, especially with this book.

It covers about six years of Ender’s life at battle school, so I wasn’t sure how they were going to do that in the film… The answer is they didn’t, in the film everything happened in the space of, say, six months to a year. Which isn’t very much compared to the six years Ender spent there in the book.

It means they missed out a lot of character development, which was very important, it was a lot of the point of the book. And I thought it was a shame we didn’t get to see that in the film. In the book Ender is about five when he starts battle school, and yes, I know, you can’t really use five year olds in a film like this. But it isn’t as powerful with teenagers doing it.

Ender really grows up in the book, it’s a long journey for him, and although I wouldn’t say you could ever understand or connect with him, I did very much sympathize, and I did find that I ended up liking him, although he’s not the most likable character. Not much of that is conveyed in the film, which was very disappointing.

But all this is not to say I did not enjoy the film, it is a very good film. It is visually brilliant, the sequences in the battle room are beautifully done. The war scenes are very clever, and I do love the way it’s put together. The casting is very good, although not seeing Ender grow up is disappointing.

Although I don’t think it stands alone as a film, if you haven’t read the book, you probably won’t understand fully what’s really going on. I think you can probably work it out by the end of it, but it may be a little difficult.

BUT it is very entertaining and I did thoroughly enjoy it. If what you’re looking for is two hours of amazing cinematography, visual effects and lots of fighting, then this is the film for you. If you want an adaptation of the book, then you will be disappointed.


So in conclusion, a very powerful book, not properly conveyed on screen, but still a good film in and of itself. Read the book first, see the film as the film, not as an adaptation. Enjoy it!

Eleanor and Park, Rainbow Rowell

Eleanor and Park (Buy at Amazon)

Eleanor and Park (Buy at Amazon)

Eleanor is the new girl in town, and she’s never felt more alone. All mismatched clothes, mad red hair and chaotic home life, she couldn’t stick out more if she tried. Then she takes the seat on the bus next to Park. Quiet, careful and – in Eleanor’s eyes – impossibly cool, Park’s worked out that flying under the radar is the best way to get by. Slowly, steadily, through late-night conversations and an ever-growing stack of mix tapes, Eleanor and Park fall in love. They fall in love the way you do the first time, when you’re 16, and you have nothing and everything to lose.


I had heard a lot about this book before I read it, a lot of good things. And I had been wanting to read it for a really long time. So when my Mum came home and handed me this saying she had “accidentally” gone into a charity shop… You can imagine my delight.

The plot was very good, I loved the characters and the way they all interacted with each other. Parks parents in particular were very interesting, and I found kept me on the edge of my seat each time the story came back to them.

I fell in love with Eleanor and Park, as in the people. They were just so adorable together. I loved watching them fall in love with each other, it was just such a nice story to read.

I thought it was written very well, the pace of the book was very good. I was never confused as to what was happening, but also it was never boring.

The ending was a bit vague, it was nice, and I liked it… But I know it annoyed my Mum, and going back and looking at it, it wasn’t very clear as to what happened… Although I thought it was adorable, there are different ways of interpreting it.

I really enjoyed this book, it’s up there with my favourite romances. It’s just so sweet, and I really loved the characters. I definitely recommend it, you should read it.


I give this book          9/10          Just because the ending wasn’t that clear… But apart from that it’s amazing :)

I have Aspergers syndrome

Hi, I’m Alison.

I’m fourteen years old.

I have light brown hair and hazel eyes.

I am five foot five and a half.

And I have aspergers syndrome.


Everyone looks at me with surprise when I say that, they don’t believe me to begin with. But you’re so good at people! You don’t really do you? And then: Why didn’t you tell me?

Well, because it didn’t matter, it wasn’t relevant to the conversation. You didn’t need to know. It’s not what makes me who I am, and I’d rather be judged first without the autism. Then again, if you think I’m different because you know that small thing about me, and you treat me differently because you know I’m an aspie, then I don’t want to be around you any more.

I was diagnosed about three years ago. My brother was diagnosed before me, and I started having problems with people in general, I felt awful, and my parents were worried so they took me to see the people who diagnosed my brother. And after a while, they diagnosed me too.

I hated it to begin with, I felt like I’d failed, like there was something wrong with me. And in a way it is, there is something in my brain that doesn’t work quite like other people’s.

I get stressed a lot, I’m usually stressed actually. And because I’m nearly always stressed I tend to melt down more than other people… I didn’t realize this until about a month ago, but I’m really not shouting at you because you annoyed me, I’m shouting at you because you happened to annoy me after a mountain of other things had already piled on top of me, and I couldn’t deal with another one. So sorry, I didn’t mean to explode at you.

I find people hard, they confuse me. The way I work people out is I play by rules, I watch people and do things the way that works. But this means that if you change the rules, I’m going to find it harder to adjust than most people.


Aspergers does not define me, it’s not the part of me that matters the most. It is part of who I am, but it’s not the only part.

There may be a lot of things I find harder than other people do, but I’ll deal with it. It may take me a bit longer, and I may have to work a bit harder, but I’ll get there in the end. And that’s really the only thing you should know, not that I have Aspergers, not that I got diagnosed with autism. Just that I’m a bit stressed out right now, and I need to walk away and breathe for a minute.

Trains and stories.

I quite like trains. I like sitting in the window seat and watching as the world flies past. Watching fields and towns getting swept away almost to fast to take in anything that’s happening.

I like train stations, where everyone has a story. Everyone’s going somewhere, doing something. I love looking at people and trying to guess what their story is, where they’re going, what they’re doing. Making up stories for people is something I do all the time, and I don’t notice I’m doing it.

I like sitting on train platforms and looking over across the station, watching trains go past, so fast that you can barely see them.

I like sitting next to the window, with another half an hour left, just thinking about the world. About anything and everything. There’s a book in my bag, but I’m fine without it. I don’t need to read another story, not while there’s so many in my head already.

What could’ve been.

WP_20140127_002Wind in my hair, sun on my skin,

Running from what could’ve been.

Strange how much I wanted you,

Strange what I was willing to do.

Wish I hadn’t been so scared,

Wish I had tried,

Wish I had dared.

I remember your laugh,

Remember your smile,

Though it has been a while.

I let you slip away,

Should have been there that day.

Wind in my hair, sun on my skin,

Running from what could’ve been.

Writing dreams.

I love reading, I have for as long as I can remember.

I love getting lost in a book, escaping into someone elses world. It’s wonderful that when I’m upset and the world just feels against me I can escape into a different one, one full of magic, one full of laughter, full of jokes and fairies and wolves. I get so invested in them, I find I believe, even just for a minute, I believe I’m really there. I can see it all happening in front of me. I feel everything they feel.

That’s why I love writing, almost as much as I love reading. To create a world, people, places and things. To create and escape for someone. To make them laugh and cry and feel something more. To inspire. To move. I think it’s the most wonderful thing in the world.

One day I hope to write a book that makes as much impact in someone elses life as so many have in mine. That’s a dream of mine. It probably won’t happen, but I’m going to try. Try and create magic.