finding-jodi:

I have been asked to do another give away and I also wanted to thank all you amazing people for continuing to support me.

 I always find a hot drink the perfect way to relax, distract myself, indulge in a little self care and eliminate the bloat so here is my hot drink give away!

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ENDS 10TH JULY 7PM UK TIME!

This includes:

  • 3 vanilla caramel teas
  • 2 apple and pear green teas
  • 2 raspberry and white tea
  • 2 lemon and ginger teas
  • 2 strawberry and mango teas
  • 2 lemon green teas
  • 2 salted caramel green teas
  • 2 fair trade black teas
  • 1 cranberry green tea
  • 1 earl grey tea
  • 1 hot chocolate indulgence
  • 1 cadbury hot chocolate
  • 1 options belgian hot chocolate
  • 1 options toffee hot chocolate
  • 1 options vanilla hot chocolate
  • 1 cadburys fudge hot chocolate
  • 1 options butterscotch hot chocolate
  • some cute pencil crayons I got on holiday because drawing is another great distraction :)
Brooklyn by Colm Toibin

Picador: Pan Macmillan Australia


I was recommended Brooklyn by a friend whom I usually consult on the realms of fantasy or drama, so as I got further and further into Colm’s novel I found myself waiting for a more intense storyline to emerge and take our protagonist away from the comparatively pedestrian concerns of life in Ireland, America and between. Once it became evident that Eilis was not going to burst from her 20th century chains and become some kind of superhero, I found I immensely enjoyed her story. It was reminscent of dreamy coming of age novels I Capture the Castle, Seventeenth Summer and the Anne of Green Gables series, with the marked difference of a protagonist who didn’t tiredly pander after the views and desires of the reader, and instead remained firmly within her own story. In particular I enjoyed Eilis’ interactions with her law lecturer Mr Rosenblum and his own beautifully unexplained journey to America from what a mysterious book shop owner reluctantly labels “the war.” I thought it was such a great wink at the most important aspect of Ellis Island era New York, namely the great ‘melting pot,’ without having to take the reader out of Eilis’ sometimes amusingly exclusive focus on herself that becomes a real trademark of the novel. This ‘danger of a single story’ is a real trap of transcultural literature but Toibin handles the issue gracefully.


Again in terms of the transcultural, I found the movement of Eilis from Ireland to America on the liner just so enchantingly dripping with metaphor! The long-suffering Georgina merely putting up with her fellow Irishwoman until the tricky ajoining couple maliciously lock Eilis from their shared bathroom, then taking Eilis firmly under her wing, the desperate attempts to fake their way to first class… I find the actual movement from one cultural hub to another intensely interesting, and Toibin satisfies this interest so completely!


Another reason I suppose I was expecting a more fantastical novel were the multiple awards marking the book’s cover. When I finished Brooklyn and had time to contemplate, I found the text more than worthy of its many words of praise, and had to consider why I automatically assumed that a novel with awards was required to involve unbelievable, escapist plots that came to public notice because someone or another was trying to make a play or film from it. Surely its correct that the most worthy pieces of writing captivate audiences despite unlikely subject matters, and find triumph in provoking interest and immersing the cynical in worlds so like our own.


I’m finding it hard to choose a rating to include the specific set of readers I would be able to suggest the text to, while also acknowledging what a solid piece of writing it truly was. I might have to be content signing off with the recommendation that if you ever find a free weekend or want to start a safe for work book club, give Brooklyn a thought. Especially if you share my fondness for any and all books concerning Ireland.

And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.
- The Silver Chair, by C. S. Lewis  (via seabois)

"Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse." - Robert A. Heinlein

The dichotomy of feminine Sansa and her tomboy little sister, Arya, coupled with the modern tendency to champion a misunderstanding of feminism in the form of “strong women” only, erroneously causes many readers and viewers to assume that Sansa is somehow in the wrong from the very beginning. They view her through the misconception-colored glasses of “femininity=weakness”, and assume she is weak, soft, and shallow.

Despite the wishes of fanboys everywhere, Sansa Stark is here to stay, and may be one of the most important characters in political-fantasy to date. The young girl, trained in courtesy and domestic arts, began coming of age, gaining political awareness, and fighting for her own survival before many other characters in this series, and has the potential to become the most powerful player of “the game of thrones” in Westeros.

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via abandon-everything)

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Did I wonder?
When you see your parents zipped up in black body bags on the Jellicoe Road like they’re some kind of garbage, don’t you know?
Wonder dies.
- Melina Marchetta, Jellicoe Road
If you’re a Kanye West fan, you’re not a fan of me, you’re a fan of yourself. You will believe in yourself. I’m just the espresso. I’m just a shot in the morning to get you going, to make you believe you can overcome the situation that you’re dealing with all the time.
- Kanye West during his BBC Radio 1 interview with Zane Low (x)en are

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Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
- Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close  (via un-exotic)

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