Currently listening to: Tear drops on my guitar, Taylor Swift
Mood:normal
Hi, again.
Well, the time past by really fast, especailly on the weekends, when everyone is out and having fun, I'm indoors infront of the computer or stucked up with my nose in a new facinating book. Well, since going on the IB-program you don't have a social life left, cause every single spare time you get, goes to do the homeworks or sleeping. It's tough, but still I'll not regrett for choosing to this kind of lifestyle rigth now. I mean I still get some time to read and watch anime, haha.
So into the anime part then, it's a great month for every anime fan since the 2nd release of this year is comming or has already started. Whenever I'll find more info about this, I'm gonna post it here.
Otherwise my time for reading have been limited since my migraine just getting worser so my mum, kind of banished my books, but still I'm reading when she doesn't notice, but the I got to pay that back when I am puking:P
A really great book I've just read, and order rigth after, was Hawksong. A really good book by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. It's actually a serie of five books but I only likded the first one best, the other is about other character and stuff, I don't like it too much. So the book, was really good and that kind that you can't just stop reading whenever you want to. It's a fantasy/romace book, even though I usually avoid that kind of romance I liked it and now I'm looking for moreXD
Here's a little prologue of the book;
They say the first of my kind was a woman named Alasdair, a human raised by hawks. She learned the language of the birds, and was gifted with their form.
It is a pretty myth, I admit, but few actually believe it. No record remains of her life.
No record except for the feathers in every avian’s hair even when otherwise we appear human, and the wings I can grow when I choose- and of course the beautiful golden hawk’s form that is as natural to me as the legs and arms I wear normally.
This myth is one of the stories we hear as children, but it says nothing of reality or the harder lessons we are taught later.
Almost before a child of my kind learns to fly, she learns to hate. She learns of war. She learns of the race that calls itself the serpiente. She learns that they are untrustworthy, that they are liars and loyal to no one. She learns to fear the garnet eyes of their royal family even though she will probably never see them. What she never learns is how the fighting began.
...
Days and weeks and years.
My brother never returned last night.
Days and weeks and years.
How long until their assassins find me?
Read it!
Mood:normal
Hi, again.
Well, the time past by really fast, especailly on the weekends, when everyone is out and having fun, I'm indoors infront of the computer or stucked up with my nose in a new facinating book. Well, since going on the IB-program you don't have a social life left, cause every single spare time you get, goes to do the homeworks or sleeping. It's tough, but still I'll not regrett for choosing to this kind of lifestyle rigth now. I mean I still get some time to read and watch anime, haha.
So into the anime part then, it's a great month for every anime fan since the 2nd release of this year is comming or has already started. Whenever I'll find more info about this, I'm gonna post it here.
Otherwise my time for reading have been limited since my migraine just getting worser so my mum, kind of banished my books, but still I'm reading when she doesn't notice, but the I got to pay that back when I am puking:P
A really great book I've just read, and order rigth after, was Hawksong. A really good book by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. It's actually a serie of five books but I only likded the first one best, the other is about other character and stuff, I don't like it too much. So the book, was really good and that kind that you can't just stop reading whenever you want to. It's a fantasy/romace book, even though I usually avoid that kind of romance I liked it and now I'm looking for moreXD
Here's a little prologue of the book;
They say the first of my kind was a woman named Alasdair, a human raised by hawks. She learned the language of the birds, and was gifted with their form.
It is a pretty myth, I admit, but few actually believe it. No record remains of her life.
No record except for the feathers in every avian’s hair even when otherwise we appear human, and the wings I can grow when I choose- and of course the beautiful golden hawk’s form that is as natural to me as the legs and arms I wear normally.
This myth is one of the stories we hear as children, but it says nothing of reality or the harder lessons we are taught later.
Almost before a child of my kind learns to fly, she learns to hate. She learns of war. She learns of the race that calls itself the serpiente. She learns that they are untrustworthy, that they are liars and loyal to no one. She learns to fear the garnet eyes of their royal family even though she will probably never see them. What she never learns is how the fighting began.
...
Days and weeks and years.
My brother never returned last night.
Days and weeks and years.
How long until their assassins find me?
Read it!
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