I often review books that are about to be released as films, else review films that are based on books. When I picked out a copy of The Girl on the Train to review, however, I had no idea that the book I held in my hands would be soon on the big screen. I wrote it a while ago but never shared it here, so by now some of you might already know the story from the corresponding film. Nonetheless, a good book is always worth reading, even after watching a film based on it. If you need some more convincing to pick it up and read it through, here's my review:
Saturday, 10 June 2017
Monday, 5 June 2017
About a book, and a film. My Cousin Rachel
My latest on EVE is about a book that years after reading, I would still pick as one of my favourites of all time. Luckily for me, it is soon being released as a film starring my hot fave actor Sam Claflin so it's a double treat for me. Read all about it here:
Wednesday, 31 May 2017
On Life's Blows and How The Writing Goes On
And ashamedly I have been away too long, yet again. I sound like a broken record any time I pull out the excuse that 'life got in the way' but truly that is what happened yet again. I mentioned in the last post that I am currently going through some personal stuff that's thrown me into Crisis Mode and it still stands.
Unfortunately the Crisis Mode extended to my writing schedule but as I struggle with myself to start my life over after a big painful stab killed my old one, I got some very basic, honest and even noteworthy advice from someone who I realised lately seems to know me better than I know myself. So I am taking that advice and pouring myself into my writing rather than shying away from it. Easier said than done when my mind's all over the place and I am barely functioning properly, still in shock from recent events. Yet I do know that if I want to heal, move on, start afresh, doing that which makes me not only happy but also makes me feel in control is what will make the biggest difference.
Maybe that is why my personal poetry book has empty pages where the past few years should have resided in it. Unless I am ecstatically happy else in the depths of despair (to put it in a dramatic novelesque way), I do not write poetry but only prose. It is from deep emotions that we extract our very soul and pour it into writing and needless to say, the poetry is right now coming back in full force. In fact it seems a struggle to subdue that soul into writing the commercial articles that are my 'job' as well as part of my passion. However, I am too happy with my readership, my Publishing House and too in love with my own work (I am proud of it, if I may say so myself) to not push myself to still write those more mainstream articles that I know will be read by hundreds, hopefully even thousands of people at times. Meanwhile my poetry book is personal and remains for the most part unshared with the world, so not exactly the outlet I need when I crave readership for what I write.
I knew it was about time to come back to my blog to update you readers, but until a few minutes ago I had absolutely no idea what this would be about. Then I did that one thing that always gives me the push I need to sit and get things done, I opened up my portfolio of articles and flipped through the ever-increasing number of typed pages with their all-too familiar titles and phrases. Not only does that action always induce sweet flashbacks to the time of writing each piece, but also gives me the will to fill up even more of the transparent folders that still remain empty in the book. So even as I struggle on with the lot life's thrown at me these past months, I promise to come up with the most amazing works yet as I look to fill up those empty pages with thrilling words and my favoured alliterative phrases that I make up as I go along.
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