Abuse.

It only hurts when you name it.

We never acknowledged its presence and hence it infected us till the roots were strong enough to cripple the world itself.

Abuse; it’s funny how the love of or from people that matter the most and care the most somehow result in such absurdity sometimes. I was loved beyond a child my age could dream of, my dreams were fulfilled before I even spoke, privileged? Definitely. But even that comes at a cost. I had to pay for it with my soul, my sanity.

Shouting and screaming was usual, so usual that the volume of an average conversation was tuned up to 10 times at my home. It’s never scary if you grow up seeing it, I never thought it was wrong until I saw what it did to me, my siblings, my personality. Until it was too late.

Independence at home was proportional to winters in Canada, zero wasn’t the minimum. Authoritative only barely described the leadership at home, oh but it wasn’t all bad. Never all bad. So many gatherings at my house when the laughter echoed through the walls, so many lives aided and supported by my dear grandfather and then my parents. I’ve seen them give away so much of them, I’ve also seen people greedily take away parts so big that vacated our lives. All without gratitude, appreciation was a concept lost apparently.

They say, If I saw it as a child it should seem okay by now, but I’m sorry it doesn’t. You don’t get ‘used to’ of abuse, you just can’t be content in a life that shouts dissatisfaction from the very core. My friends assume I’d do better than them in an abusive situation because of the background that I come from, so easily they regard themselves as less compromising, how dare they?

I wish people would stop abusing others, I wish we’d mind our own businesses, I wish that souls had more glue so they wouldn’t dissipate so easily. Why has the Earth become so hostile? If I stop and count the abuse around me in a day I’d need to lay out my intestines to have enough ounces to count against.

What went wrong you ask, why are we mentally, physically, emotionally  and spiritually abused so very regularly? Because we feed fear instead of values. Abuse has become our everyday, and sadly, we relish in it.

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Ground and gravity

We dream to fly but hold fear of falling;

We desire the sky but hide ourselves from soaring;

We’re beings of need but of need of ours we know nothing.

To be sane, to keep moving; To stay put and keep growing, All we need is some ground and gravity.

We long for change but admire uniformity; Our souls wish light and hearts yearn warmth, a little nature and a little human, Of either the two, this world has none.

We’re beings of need but of need of ours we know nothing; we ask too much for a man made of clay,

All we need is some ground and gravity.

Time to Leave

I’m standing still in the middle of my messy room, all my stuff is out on the floor, the bed and everywhere else. There are clothes I don’t wear, shoes that don’t fit, socks missing a pair, bags that are worn off, sheets that are ripped from edges and wires, so many wires for what I’ve no clue.

I finally lift my head up after what seemed to be just a minute of numbness, it’s been three hours, is it?

I haven’t packed, my shelf is dusted and clean but, the rest, why do I have so many of things that I don’t use or need? How come I wasn’t aware of all that occupy my life, my space, where do I pack these? Why do I pack these?

I know I’m wasting time I don’t have, any minute I’ll hear them calling for me to leave for good, how does one leave home?

I don’t care if it’s bigger and better, it’s no good if it won’t carry any memories of the life I’ve built, no stains of my past, no dirt from my existence, why move to an empty white from this beautiful colorful mess.

Do I even make sense? I don’t even know where to start from, the stationary that can be replaced or the collectibles that my mother calls trash. Can I end myself in this moment and dig up a grave for my soul in this place right here? Let my body wander off to wherever it’s destined and I stay safe in my cocoon that holds all of me in every ounce of its space.

With that thought , I shut my eyes again, this time, letting it consume all of me, bits and pieces, and then they call and it’s finally time to leave, I hear them and stay, for as long as I’ve got, gathering my memories and locking their faces in mind, tears and pain, numbness and relief.

Then they say again, ‘it’s time for her burial’.

Hollow City – A Review

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Title: Hollow City
Author: Ransom Riggs
Genre: Supernatural Fantasy / Sci-Fi Fantasy / Historical Fantasy
Series: Yes; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
Rating: ⭐⭐⭐
Short Review: A tale of intriguing adventures of peculiar children mixed with time travel, war and romance told with unique historical pictures.

page-breakh.jpgQuotes from Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

❤“When someone won’t let you in, eventually you stop knocking.”

❤“We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.”

❤“Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.”

❤“..what an unchallenged life it would be if we always got things right on the first go.”

❤“…slow and drunk is no match for fast and scared shitless.”

❤“Just because they knew it was lost didn’t mean they knew how to let it go.”

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Synopsis

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children was the surprise best seller of 2011—an unprecedented mix of YA fantasy and vintage photography that enthralled readers and critics alike. Publishers Weekly called it “an enjoyable, eccentric read, distinguished by well-developed characters, a believable Welsh setting, and some very creepy monsters.”

This second novel begins in 1940, immediately after the first book ended. Having escaped Miss Peregrine’s island by the skin of their teeth, Jacob and his new friends must journey to London, the peculiar capital of the world. Along the way, they encounter new allies, a menagerie of peculiar animals, and other unexpected surprises.

Complete with dozens of newly discovered (and thoroughly mesmerizing) vintage photographs, this new adventure will delight readers of all ages.

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Review

Hollow City does a good job of creating a captivating, magical world and accompanying the plot with finely selected vintage photos.

The photographs in Hollow City are just as bizarre and outlandish as the ones in the first book. I love the way the photos tie into the story and how each photo seems to tell a story of it’s own.

It was exciting to see the world outside of Cairnholm and to read about the Peculiar children who are traveling to London. The first novel in the series had a very closed environment to it and it was amazing to see the expanded world of the Peculiar. The world-building in Hollow City is thorough and readers will be brought to new loops where there are peculiar animals and other unexpected creatures. I loved visiting so many varied locations and reading about the distinct Peculiar locals.

There was however, a lot of repetitiveness, with all the kids on run and wights catching up every other chapter. I also felt it was dragged unnecessarily and wanted to skip thru some chapters but I didn’t (Yay me!)

I was constantly told not to continue the series as it gets worse, well it didn’t. Again, I didn’t enjoy the writing as much but the vintage pictures made up for it. The trilogy is still a better option than many other fantasy out there.

Read Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children to find out! Or goodreads-badge-add-plus-d700d4d3e3c0b346066731ac07b7fe47

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Other Books from the Series

#1  Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children – June 2011
#2  Hollow City – Feb 2015
#3  Library of Souls – September 2015

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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them – A Review

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Title: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them – A Review

Author: J.K. Rowling

Genre: fantasy

Rating ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

 

I read the Hogwarts library books when they first came out (which was early 2000) and I absolutely loved them for the scribbles by Harry and Ron and the fact that they make you feel you’re in the wizarding world (with Scamandar listed as author and Dumbledore’s foreword) but when I heard the movie was coming out I wanted to reread the three all over again, specially the fantastic beasts itself.

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Many out there who haven’t read believed fantastic beast to have a story line but it never did, its like an encyclopedia of the beasts in wizarding world. The movie shows many of these characters and well that’s the only similarity to it. However, the book itself is a joy to read.

 

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It takes an hour or two to learn about all the friendly and vicious beasts that are part of Harry’s realm. There’s so many of them described in Rowling’s style that you can’t not be thrilled. After re-reading fantastic beasts, the tri-wizarding tournament was also fun to read as you actually get to learn about the dragons.

Also, I see Hagrid’s fascination now, I guess if were to find these creatures around, I would want to be as compassionate as he was. 🙂

If you’re read it already, do tell me what you though about it? If you haven’t, well what are you waiting for?

Grab a copy or at least,

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