Booksters, where the heck did September go? Can someone please tell me? Because I was just wrapping up my Summer reads and now it’s October. Me no likey, amigos. Has anyone noticed that I am always talking about how fast time goes by? Am I muting into a grandmother? Or am I just too old for this sh*t. Pardon my language, fam. But I may be having a crisis here. Ah well, you know what? It’s time to get spooky anyway. Yes, click here for the spookiest dance.
Yes. I love Romance. More than that, some days I actually need it. And some other days, I am certain I live for it. I know, I know. You are probably sticking a big, shiny and very likely pink label on my forehead that reads cheesy. But if you’ve been following me a while now, well, you should already know about that fluffy little detail of mine.
So, without further ado, I’d like to inaugurate this new section, The Romance Nook, and while I’m at it, talk about myself and romance – because in case you didn’t know, those go hand in hand… And it’s physically impossible for me not to ramble non stop when I write.
Okay, guys. I am the worst.
Now that we have stated that, we can proceed to my Summer wrap up. Because flash news, Summer is over. And this are not tears okay? I am fine with it. Totally fine. Even if the first of September knocked me down on my a… behind with a wave of wind and rain. Not cool, guys, not cool. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that I have not set foot on this blog since July. Anyway, here we are, second half of September and wrapping up my Summer reads. Which by the way, were not spectacular. But ah well, at least they were hot. Somehow. Just come in and have a look. But this was so not totally cool, 2017, you ripped me away from Summer and left me all like
Honey, we need to talk. There is something very important we must discuss and I don’t care it’s late or that you are tired after work. You see, a few weeks ago I finally read We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and besides nodding all my way through the short book, and falling in love with Chimamanda’s mind, I felt like this topic was one we really need to talk about. So what started as a review of the book, ended being a very lengthy and honest discussion about feminism. Very, very lengthy, I must say. Sometimes I have no control over my ranting, you know that. So to make it a little bit lighter I added some gifs and quotes from the book. But jokes aside, this IS important. And I ask you to read it, to the extent that you are capable of, all the ranting considered. But please, give it a try.
Salutations booksters, I hope you are having a wonderful Summer filled with big hats, smoothies in mason jars, fringed vests, craft beer festivals and plenty of wonderful reads. You know, so you can be your very own and best bookish hipster. Anyway, my Summer is far from what I just described as a bookster ideal. While I wish I was in a festival with my flowery dress and my oversized sun glasses, my adventures are reduced to basically going from and to work with a book inside my tote bag. But hey, at least I have time to blog. I guess.