I was really disappointed in this book. The sticker on the front had the audacity to declare it "the most talked about book of the year" or some nonsense. Erm... what are people discussing here? It's a super basic thriller imo, I guessed the ending very quickly, and all the characters were 'meh.'
Prior to visiting Iceland I was always torn between whether to visit in summer or winter. Having now visited in the two extremes (middle of summer and middle of winter) I'm going to outline the most important things to consider when deciding when to visit.
It's hard for me to understand, because I am ridiculously, weepily, happy about how much life I'm living now. As I've explained before, depression has given me a heightened sense of gratitude for any good things that happen to me. New Years seems like a logical time to celebrate my good fortune, but the day is blemished by melancholy. I think I am scarred.
Because you're dressed as a rubbery marshmallow you easily float on top of the water, and look down into what I can only describe as another world. The water itself is so clean and pure (it's as pristine as you can get) and the visibility here is over 100m, which is an experience that can rarely be (if ever) duplicated anywhere else.
We didn't actually do that much sight seeing in Copenhagen; within a day we'd decided we love the city so much we will definitely go back, so there was no rush. So, we did a bit ambling around the streets rather than directly seeking locations, and loved what we saw.
I gave up new years resolutions. Instead, I like to list a few fun things I want to do in upcoming year. Call me crazy, but I like to be excited about the upcoming year rather than seeing it as a battleground in which I must address my (ever present) flaws.
This is a long book, and the 720 pages are perfectly utilised in creating touching, authentic, human characters. I watched (well, read) them age; some flourish, some deteriorate, and I reflected on the polarity of life.
I've always had a tradition of making a Christmas wishlist for family every year, and it feels weird not doing it. It's a little child-like piece of Christmas joy I want to keep alive, so I'm going to post it here instead.
Having now survived the trauma of limiting my beauty products for a several trips I've found a few firm favourites for travel. I'm going to run through a few here, leaving out the boring stuff like deodorant and toothpaste (which I 100% put into my boyfriends luggage, to make more room for the good stuff.)
We went here for brunch and left with a bill that made our eyes water a little bit... but it's okay, because have you SEEN this place? The food and drinks were amazing - if you can get a champagne cocktail alongside your pancakes, you're already onto a winner.