They take you to places
You never thought you’d be.
They take you where
You need to see

Always moving
Never stopping
Always spinning

But they do end
Don’t they
They break down
They start burning

But broken things
They can be fixed
There’s always

We wait
We think
We get up
And we keep on going

They don’t stop.
And if there is
a mistake in the engine
They wait to be fixed with
A new one

Always turning
Never stopping
Always spinning
End once and for all.

I hope you remember to pick yourself up after you’ve fallen. It’s not about winning the fight. It’s about picking yourself up from the ground and then to keep going. This is what is much stronger, much more important. Not giving up and to keep on going. Have a nice evening, night, morning or whatever it is at yours.
Yours truly,


We are what and who we are.

Dear You,
Whoever you may be. This is for you to remember that you are not what people want you to be, you are what and who you are. Too many times people have told us how we’re supposed to act and what we’re supposed to do. Well they might have given you good advice in some ways. But never forget, you are in control of your own life. If someone tells you that you’re doing it all wrong and that you’ll end up getting hurt terribly, screw them. If someone tells you that love will get you a broken heart and that you’ll be shattered in the end, love anyways. These are the choices you have to make on your own. But you’ll never be alone. Don’t you worry. There will always be people to help you and stand by you. But understand, there will be things to face and fight on your own. But I know you’ll get out alive. And you’ll get out stronger than before. Some things will hurt and some things will make you want to end it all but you won’t. Because you’ll always have people to be there for you. And you’ll be who you’ll be. And the others will be who they’ll be. No matter how it turns out it’ll turn out okay. Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you’re not okay the way you are. Please don’t. You’re perfect just the way you are. Remember this. Love hard. And always be yourself.

Go Set A Watchman

Dear Readers,
My first book review in months maybe even a year. I don’t remember. Life is getting on so fast. One moment you can’t wait for the next year to start and the next it’s already around Autumn and you realise how fast it has gone by. Can you even catch up? Well you don’t have time to answer that question and next thing you know you’ll be waiting for 2 years to just go by so you’ll finally be in the real world. Today I’m going to tell you about a book which I’m not really sure about. This doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy every word of it. But let’s just say, sometimes change is a hard thing. You have to accept it. As everything in this world. So let’s just start over.

A 26-year-old Scout Finch returns to her hometown Maycomb county. She’s been away for years and at the first glance not much seems to have changed. But nothing’s ever as it seems. Things are different, Jem has already died and Atticus is getting old. But Henry is still there and she loves him, or at least she thinks she does. For a moment everything seems like before. And life seems to get on without any problems. But then she listens in on a meeting. Atticus and Henry both sit there with those people that want to push the segregation to another level. Calpurnias son Zeebo is in trouble and needs a good lawyer, back in the days Atticus would’ve helped without even hesitating for a moment. But now Jean-Louise is not so sure anymore. Childhood doesn’t tell you anything about the unfair and sad truth, full of lies you believe because you don’t even think about them not being true. She keeps having flashbacks from her childhood. Times when she believed that it didn’t make a difference wether you were black or white. Where you were worth equally. Things that her father told her. And she believed that it was his truth. Even Calpurnia sees her as the white person that betrayed her. And her Uncle isn’t helping. Scout feels like the world that she’s known her whole life is falling apart. The people she trusts and loves aren’t the same anymore. She doesn’t know if anything was ever real. But maybe that’s just another lesson life is trying to teach her. Maybe that’s why she went back to Maycomb county. To figure it out by herself. The title of the book isn’t
“Go Set A Watchman” out of coincidence. It’s a phrase out of the Bible where God sends a Watchman to earth to tell him whats going on down there. It says “Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth” And maybe Scout is some sort if a Watchman to tell them that they’ve gotten out of control. Jean Louise might be the one to get them out of that mess.
We need more Jean Louises in this world. We need Atticus Finches to teach this to us in the first place. I really enjoyed this book. It took me quite some time though. The reason for that is, that it starts off right into the Story, they do mention what has happened in the meantime but you get overthrown by the amount of facts. It’s a book everyone should read because it’s, as is To Kill A Mockingbird, a story that imprisons you and forces you to think about society. It forces you to overthink certain views. It teaches you that life is never as it seems and that you have to live with changes and with the passing of time itself. It shows you that you should stand up for your ideas no matter what others say. It shows you a lot of thing about life. And I love how the book jumps between her past and her Now. It brings some dynamic into the story. I really loved this book because it gave me the chance to think again. Read this book and remember an extremely talented and wise woman who died in 2015 aged 89 years. Harper Lee.
Read, live, love, laugh and enjoy life for we’ve only got this one. So think about what you do or what you say, think about the consequences, think of the outcomes. But don’t let what-ifs stop you. They are just as useless as if-only-I-Had. You can’t change the past, and it’s not what all of this is about anyways. Neither can you see the future and control it. You have to live life. And accept the fact that things can change and that they’re not always as they seem at first sight. That’s life. And don’t you dare think you don’t deserve a happy life, because you do. You all do. If there are things that happen that make you think it’s too easy, try not to. I know it’s extremely hard for I can’t even do that one myself. But at least try. Because you deserve those things. Each and everyone of you. Love yourselves, you are wonderful, unique human beings. And please try. I’m begging you to try. Because you deserve the chance to live a fulfilled life. Have a nice evening, morning or night or whatever it is at yours.
Yours sincerely and truly

Love: Choice or Fate

I do not believe
Do you understand?
I do not believe
I never will

I do not want to
But I already did
I’ve fallen for you
I do not want to

Coincidental fate
I do believe
You’ll bring me there
Coincidental fate
I do believe

Don’t live for no one
Live for life itself
Don’t live for no one
For life will keep you save.

See the stars in the night sky
Infinite. Are they? Or is it just
Lies. Dead stars that we see
years after they’ve died. See them.

We aren’t infinite.
We’ll never be.
But we are more than that
We are alive. Every single moment.

There’s no point
But there doesn’t have to be
Because we are now
There’s no point

Hope you liked this. Yeah. It’s me. Hard to believe I’m still here. Live. And live now. Yesterday doesn’t matter, nor does tomorrow. Only thing that matters is today. So live now and enjoy it.
Yours truly 🙂

Dublin as a home from 2.7 to 23. 7.2017

Dear Readers,
wow, this has been a long time. Do I even still exist? The answer to that is Yes. I still wander around with my feet on the ground and my head in the sky. Yup, it’s me. I’m back. For real this time. It’s been two months and give or take 30 days. I’ve spent the whole May and June with studying and working on my Grades and it did work out in the end. I am now officially a Junior. So now you know what happened in May and June, but what was going on in July? I went to a language school in, hard to guess with the title, Dublin! That’s what I did for the first three weeks of my summer holidays. Would I switch it for lying at the beach and sunbathing? Never in the world. Those three weeks have been an experience that I wouldn’t want to switch with anything in the world. But I do want to share it with you. And I will tell you as much as I remember and as much as I want you to know. So get a coffee and enjoy those next lines, they are an apology for not being here.
Before I start, I will introduce you to the way I will tell the story. There will be bits of weeks. I’ll try to explain and talk about it in as many details as possible. There won’t be any pictures of me as I want to show myself through words and not pictures. There will, however, be pictures of landscapes and places. Let’s get started:

1st week in Dublin- My life begins

In the morning of the 2nd July 2017 at 5.30 am I said goodbye to my family. The first time on a plane without them. Alone. Off  to a foreign country. To be honest I was a little scared. Not that something would happen. But it is a step to do things on your own. To grow up. The flight went down without any problems, at least none that I heard of. The flight attendants brought me coffee and breakfast and we landed an hour after. The baggage claim was jammed. Full of people waiting. It took them an hour to get the baggage to the travellers. Including me. SO,  after that hour, the transfer I had booked was waiting for me and they took me to the host family. I lived about 50 minutes away from the school, which was in the city center, with taking the bus. They welcomed me and talked to me about their family, about what I had to take care of and they kept asking me if I had any questions. And then they told me that their only rule was for me to be happy. I went to my room and then we waited for my roommate to arrive. They introduced me to their other student from Italy at dinner. The first day had made me tired so I went to bed rather early, which means around 10.30 pm.


On Monday that other language school student showed my roomie and I the way to school. We got there on time. But then I was sent away to another place which I had to find with other students. There I had to wait again with others because because we weren’t 19+. After about an hour they came to take us to the Juniors. There was no space left so we sat on the floor. We got a badge for Registration, which was kind of a chaos but it was nice to talk to people. And when registration was over and the picture taken there was waiting. Then they gave us a tour that ended with Trinity College. Went to the first Pub with some french girl and drank a beer. Then my roomie and I went home. Dinner was ready. On Tuesday school started. I met my classmates and we got schoolbooks and stuff and then I met some guy. He was from Spain. And he was a real Gentleman. I had been writing with him so we knew some stuff about each other. We went to Trinity College again to make our Student Leap Cards ( Bus card with discounts) and then we went to Diceys with his friends. Diceys as was a Club for young people: there was party and there were cheap drinks. He payed and took care of my backpack. We had a fun time and I talked to some Irish guy. He showed me how to drink Guinness. Well that being said I didn’t stay that long for it was the first week. Wednesday I got lost on my way to school. It took me 45 minutes to find it which made me get there 15 minutes late. We had quite a great class called Writing and Presentation which helped me improve my presentation skills. Thursday I went to the Guinness Factory. Alone. I walked there from the city centre in 2 hours to find out afterwards that there was a bus that would’ve taken me 10 minutes. But it was great though. I went on an actual Tasting in the factory. They showed us how to taste the Guinness with all our senses. School started at 5.00 pm and ended at 7.50 pm. Then I went to Diceys and had a few drinks. It was quite fun. The music was playing and a certain someone walked me to the door.


Guess who got lost again on Friday. Yass you’re right, mee. Got there 30 minutes late. But they didn’t care because it was the first week. I didn’t really do much on Friday except eating and going to school. There was a lecture which was quite interesting though. It was about Irish Myths. Then I went to grab some food with friends. That was it. On Saturday I slept quite long and in the afternoon we had School. I never got used to it. Just to tell you that in advance. In the evening I had some sort of a date with that Spanish Guy. Well it was more hanging out than date and he got there an hour late. That was Saturday evening. On Sunday I did nothing except wondering how a week had gone by so fast and how I didn’t miss my home at all. But that had no other reason than me enjoying my stay in Dublin and not having time to miss my usual life.

2nd Week in Dublin- A foreign country becomes home

I love Ireland with its green landscapes. A never-ending Green. The never-ending stories. The rain that starts unexpected. The sun the shines afterwards. And its people. But not only Irish people. On Monday I went on a trip to the Cliffs of Mohair. I did this with school. They had rented a bus for this trip took us 3h 40min to get there and the same on the way back. There were so many Spanish people in the language school. And they are some of the funniest people I’ve ever met in my life. And they taught me some Spanish words and expressions. I hadn’t laughed so much in a long time. It was a really long trip but it was worth it. The view from the top of the Cliffs was breathtaking. It was one of the most impressing and most beautiful things I had ever seen. We had about 3 hours to go on a walk and take pictures.


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These are some pictures of the Cliffs of Mohair and its infinity.

On Tuesday school started again. Same schedule only that they tested the fire alarm. Again school. Again waking up at 6 am. I stayed home that night because I had a presentation on the next day. A presentation about Area 51. On that day I went home in the evening. On Thursday I went to another Museum called Epic, it was about the Emigrants of Ireland, near the River Liffey.

Then school started again, but I couldn’t really concentrate because I had a date. That certain Spanish someone and I went to an Italian restaurant and then we waited for the bus together. And then “The Killers – Mr. Brightside” got real. In case you don’t know the lyrics here are the lines that described the time when we were waiting for the bus:”It started out with a kiss”. And that was it. And I went home as happy as I hadn’t been for a long time. The next day was school. Quite normal. Nothing unusual happened except me thinking about him all the time. I didn’t go out that day. I did do something fun in the afternoon. I went to the Leprechaun Museum. For the people who don’t know what a Leprechaun is, they are small creatures living hidden in the landscapes of Ireland. It was quite fun. I had a solo tour. Because I was the only one that had signed up for that tour. It was great because I could discuss my thoughts on the stories with the guide. And that I what I love to do. Talk. On Saturday school again and I went home in the evening because I was tired and a little cold. On Sunday the adventurous me started. I went to a Park with a Rose festival. Stayed there and listened to some traditional music. Then I wanted to see the Sea. Thing was the tides weren’t playing with me. So I went on a walk in the mudflat, which was great. But I was alone again. Then I thought if I had come this far why not just keep walking? So I walked to a beautiful place called Howth that was near the see. Actually it’s on a semi-island. And it was great. And I got to see the Sea again.

Howth and its beauty

Then I took the Dart (Irish Public Transport Train)  and went to Dublin City centre. I was so tired that I went home that evening. And that ended the 2nd week. I started to feel a little sad while thinking that this was going to be my last week.

3rd Week in Dublin-Home is where the heart is

On my last Monday in this beautiful place called Dublin, I went on a Trip with a Tourist-Bus. This happened spontaneously. I had thought that I had successfully booked a Trip to Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland with the school. But apparently I hadn’t. And that’s what they told me at 8.10 am. So I went to the next visitor centre and asked if there were any Trips available without booking. And they said yes, to Giant’s Causeway. And I just gave them the money and went on a Bus full of strangers. And off we went, on a trip that took us 3h and 40 minutes to get there. And I had the time of my live. I was alone but I wasn’t at the same time. We made a halt to take pictures of a ruin of a castle that they used to film Game of Thrones. Then we stopped at the Giant’s Causeway and had 2 hours to go down there and take pictures and enjoy. I walked with some Swedish people that were on the same bus and they were really nice. After those two hours we went to a Rope-bridge called Carrick-A-Reed or something like that. I saw my roommate and her friends. We all laughed at the coincidence. And then we stopped at the dark Hedges.

On Tuesday I went to school again and in the evening we went to Diceys, I dressed up and had a few drinks. I saw him again. And we left quite early. It was a fun night though. I got home at 12.30 am. The morning after, not so fun. Only 3 hours of sleep and a massive stomach growling that didn’t go away till in the evening. Because lunch didn’t help. This was my last time at Diceys. But it was a great last time. On Thursday I didn’t go to any Museum at all. I just chilled at home. And then I went to school and chilled there. I went home in the evening because I was broke. But luckily my mom sent me money on Friday morning. Which meant I had enough money for the last few days. On Friday en morning we had school but in the afternoon I went to Phoenix Park. One of the biggest City-Parks in Europe btw. It was great, even though I was alone. I had a fun time. I rented a bike and drove around for 3 hours. The Park is famous for its deer. I even touched some deers. And it was a great feeling.


On Saturday was the last day in Dublin. And I saw him for the last time. I hadn’t seen him since that fun night. And I had to give him back the money from the Italian restaurant. Because apparently he had loaned me that money. Which I figured way later than I should have. And then we just walked and didn’t really talk. And then he hugged me and said Goodbye. Love is a strange thing. It does strange things with you. It gives you feelings that tear you apart. It makes you forget how to think with your mind and not with your heart. And sometimes your mind fights with your heart because it knows what would be right. It knows what would prevent your heart from breaking. But your heart is blind and deaf to what your mind is telling you. And in the end it gets broken anyway. It gets easier. It hurts even if there wasn’t anything going on. But expectations bring you down, they make you rise high and fall deep. But you have to let go. There’s an end to every story. In the break I got my Diploma for completing those 3 weeks and a Certificate on the level C1. So I’m near native speakers. And I really enjoyed it there. The time I spent in Dublin is a time I will never forget. And I’m sure I will go back there one Day. Home is where the heart is, and my heart is in Dublin. It’s with the people I met there. It’s all over the world. Especially in Spain. And I know you who I miss the most won’t ever read this but you made my time there a lot more experienced. And you who made me laugh, from Spain again, you won’t ever read this either. And my roommate Isa, I will remember you for all times, even if we had to use Google Translator to talk most of the time. In the evening of my last day there I went to a bar with Isa and some friends of hers, well they were my friends too, anyways we went to the Riverbar and I had my last Guinness. And we just had a good time and laughed and played a drinking game. And then we went to the bus station and said Goodbye. And hugged. How much we hugged. And what a damn great thing it is to have something that makes it so hard to say Goodbye. On the last ride home I tried to breathe it in. I tried to mesmerise the way and what it looked like. And all those houses and the people. And then hugging some more. Isa and I went home and I wrote on her Flag and she wrote into my notebook. I finished packing my suitcase, everything fell out of it so I had to pack again. My host-mom opened the door and asked what time I was leaving, so I told her. And the next morning I woke up at 6 am. Half of my clothes were in my backpack because I couldn’t put them into my suitcase. Then I ate some breakfast, drank a cuppa tea and my host mom made me coffee, we talked and she waited with me for my transfer that was picking me up at 8 am. And then the transfer came and I went.  And I looked out of the window the whole time. Saying goodbye to the place that had been my home for 3 weeks. It doesn’t sound like much time, I know. But 3 weeks are what it takes to create a habit and that’s true. I didn’t want to go. Because my heart had started to get attached to people and places. So I went out of the taxi. Then I had to wait for an hour at the baggage Check-In because I was there too early. After that: Security check. And they let men through first. Well whatever. Another hour waiting for the screens to show which Gate to go to. Then I went to the Gate and waited for the plane arrival and boarding time. And guess what, the plain was delayed. As if Ireland didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave it either. But every Story has an ending. So did this. The plane got there, I got my seat and back we flew. At home my mom and my sister were waiting for me. At the airport. With flowers and a “Welcome back” sign. They had missed me so much and I hadn’t really missed them but I was really happy to see them again. And it was great. Now I’m back again. In the place I love and call home but now I have two places that are home. And I miss my Dublin home and my Dublin friends, I would’ve liked to keep in touch. But I guess it’s better not to. So I won’t miss them that much. I’ll be able to keep my mind here and not there. But not yet. Anyways I won’t ever forget it. Never. Cause it’s a part of me, a part of my thoughts and my heart. Me missing it just means that I had a great time. And it’s okay to miss something. Or someone. It only means a beautiful time is over. And Peter Pan is right: To live is an awfully big adventure. To grow up is one as well. Even though if he doesn’t believe in it. I do and it’s an opinion. So is to love.

If you’ve read so far I congratulate you, It took me about half a day to write this. But I just had to fix this.

Love hard and Live. Goodnight or Good Morning. Whatever it is have it good.

Yours sincerely and deepest


18th Birthday and back for a little moment with a MacBook Air

Dear Readers,
Since yesterday I am 18 years old. I can’t believe it. Time went by so fast. An Adult. Me? I guess so. But the weird thing is, nothing changes much. Except you can now pay bills, vote and be responsible. Well much has happened in these 18 years. And when you’re a little kid you think 18 is the age where everything changes. The age where that one love comes, the good one. The one that stays. But growing up isn’t as exciting as it used to be. I used to believe everything would just work. And all the problems would be just gone. But as a child you believe in Santa as well. Don’t get me wrong here. I am extremely excited that I am 18 now. And I still can’t quite believe myself saying that. But it’s just that I didn’t have that much time to realise that yet. Life is so exciting,
as Peter Pan would say: To live would be an awfully big adventure. As is growing up. I am not grown up yet. It will take some time. You don’t grow up over night, it takes time. But now I am legally grown up. And you do that over night. And everybody asks you how it feels. And you just say old or tired because of the Birthday Party you had at the weekend. But when you think about it, you don’t know the answer. I just wanted to thank everybody for encouraging me my whole life. Thanking them for being there when I needed them. For laughing and crying with me. For simply existing and being a part of my life. And thanks for hugging me, even if you didn’t like it. And most of all thank you my parents. You shaped me and made me the person I am today. You always supported me and I am glad you still do. Thanks to my friends, for I couldn’t live without them. And for they’ve been there all the way. And I mean all sorts of friends. I mean my real life friends and of course you Aspen. You were and are great. Will be I suppose. Thank you all. I love you. And I wouldn’t want to be without you. It’s kinda late right now so I should probably get some sleep. Goodnight y’all. Thanks for reading. I know it’s not much, but it is what it is. Sleep well or have an awesome day. Bye. Yours Gioia
PS: I got a MacBook Air for my birthday. Thanks again Mom.
PPS: I will write soon. Believe me. After Biology exam.

Thank you for 2016

Dear Readers,

I know it may be too late to apologize for I’ve done wrong this year. But I don’t think there’s a too late for that sort of thing. As long as it comes from the heart. First I hope you had a beautiful Christmas with all your loved ones. A Christmas to forgive and to give love to others. Because you deserve to be loved. And to be happy. Now I want to thank you for 2016. And I won’t be telling you it was great in every way because I’d be lying. But it was great in many ways and it sucked in some ways. That’s okay. It’s good actually. Because I wouldn’t change a thing. I believe that everything is meant to happen. And that we all have both light and dark in ourselves. And that it doesn’t matter if we’re different. Think of a world where everybody is the same. How awfully boring would that be. We’re all unique and that’s okay. It’s good that way. Thank you for being here that whole time. Pro’s and Con’s of the year:

  • 100 Followers on My Crazy World Of Books Blog
  • First Love ( though this is both pro and con)
  • First year of High School finished,2nd Year started
  • Survived it
  • Kept going
  •  Not giving up


  • Didn’t blog much
  •  Grades sucked
  • First Love
  •  My thoughts
  •  Losing control
  •  Many People died

Now I want to thank certain people that changed my life in 2016. I’d thank you all, believe me. But it would be a too long post and I wouldn’t be able to finish it till tomorrow. So consider yourself as thanked while reading this. Really. You’re all good people. Love yourself. Please. And don’t you dare think you’re talking too much, don’t you dare think you’ve said the words I love you too many times because in I love you there is no such thing as too much. Thank you. All of you. And I want to thank Aspen for being such a great friend. I’ve grown to care about her. I’ve grown to like her. She’s one of my best friends now. And I’m not lying when I’m telling you how strong she is. She’s gone through so much stuff and she’s still standing there. Never giving up. I really look up to that. And I know that she doesn’t think she’s kind but she’s kinder than she thinks she is. For some reason I can’t link her because my computer is being dumb. But she’s awesome and if you aren’t following her, go do it now. And I want to thank Train of Thought for her nice comments that always make me smile. She never fails to make you feel better. She’s really sweet and her blog is awesome. Thank you. And I want to thank Liv. Her Poems have brought tears to my eyes and made me think. The way she writes is making one feel better, it’s full of hope. The hope that everything is going to be okay. And it will. She’s a very nice person. And I think she deserves to be followed. Thank you all.

To end this year with more positivity a quote of Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie: To live would be an awfully big adventure.

I wish you all a wonderful, happy new year and that the new year may bring hope and faith to you and your families. I love you all. Have a Happy New Year.

Yours sincerely


Q&A answers

Dear Readers,
I know you may not remember me, but I do remember you. So I just wanted to tell you guys that I’m back. And yeah I sure as hell haven’t forgotten the Q&A answers. I’ve just been busy with school. And yeah it’s stressing. And yeah I’m scared I won’t get it sometimes. But who isn’t? I hope you’re all doing great. And I can’t do more than apologise for not being here. I hope you can forgive me one day. Because you’re important to me. And I don’t want to lose you. So keep that. Now let’s move on  to the Q&A answers. I know it’s been a long time. But I keep my promises. So let’s do it. Your questions were awesome.
Here they are with the answers of course:
What are some of your favorite books?
Truth be told I can’tell decide. But if I’d have to, I’d pick The Luxen-Series, the Divergent-Series and The Perks of being a Wallflower. 🙂
If you could travel 1 place where would you go?
America. I know it’s a continent but. 🙂
-What is your favorite thing to spend money on?
Honesr? Books. And sometimes Starbucks Charamel Macciato.
-If there was a book that contained everyone’s opinion of you, would you read it?
No. I wouldn’t want to. Because their opinions are theirs. And that’s okay.
-If you could visit anyone in the world, who would it be?
Aparrently it’d be you. And about a billion of dead writers.
do you collect anything and if so, what? what’s the last song you listened to?
I don’t collect anything. Well I collect all the letters and cards I’ve ever gotten but I don’t know if that counts.
Answer two: Tugboat by Galaxie 500. I know it’s old hut I just love old music.
free food or free travelling?
Free travelling. No doubt. But the time for it had to be there too. 🙂
What is the one place you really want to visit?
As I said before I really would like to visit America. And I’d love to visit the Yosemite National park in California. Petersburg in West Virginia. And Chicago.And Nevada.
Which is your favourite genre of books and why?
I love fantasy and love stories. But I love YA Novels as well as Classics. I know you said one but I can’t decide. I can’t say why. It’s just a great place to get away from everything and everyone. You’re just in that world. Away from it all.
Train of thoughts
1. If there was book containing the secrets to your future, would read it, why?
I wouldn’t. I love surprises. And I wouldn’t want to know how I die. And when. Because I am still trying to figure out how to live in the now. So that’s okay.
2. Favourite book?
How am I supposed to know that? But I’d say again:The Luxen-Series, the Divergent-Series and The Perks of being a Wallflower. And TKAMB.
3. Favourite food?
Pasta Pesto. No doubt.
4. When do you think you will stop blogging?
I really don’t know.But I don’t think I’I’ll ever stop. I might just make bigger breaks but never stop. Maybe when I’m dead. 🙂
Allanas World
Whats the first thing you saw this morning?
My Alarm clock. And the temperature outside. Which made me want to stay in bed. But I didn’t. 😉
What is the weather like?
Freezing but sunny.
Where is your dream house located?
In my dreams. I don’t know yet. Somewhere in the world where there’s always stars.

I hope you liked my questions and that you can forgive me one day for not blogging much lately. Love y’all. Take care and have a wonderful Pre-Christmas time.
Yours truly,

100 followers and a Q&A


Dear Readers,


Maybe that was a bit stupid, I know. But I really don’t care. Because right now I am happy. I’d love to thank all of you each and hug you but since we’re on that funny planet called blogosphere in the Galaxy called Internet, I can’t. But consider yourself as hugged and possibly kissed as you’re reading this. You are so important to me and I wanted to show you how much you matter. I really wouldn’t know what to do without you. My first follower was Shay she showed me what it meant to be on the blogosphere in the first place. She’s got an awesome blog and is awesome herself. And Shay, if you read this you should know that I am not lying. My hundredth follower was Dice he made me jump and freak out, running around in my room and squeaking because he gave me my pre-first-blogversary present. In between I want to thank Aspen because she’s just great. She’s the funniest person to talk to and well she’s a good person. A really good person. She helped me so much without even wanting something in return. Thank you Aspen. Let’s move on to a different subject. Soon mycrazyobsessionwithbooksandenglish16 will be 1 year old. Believe it or not one year can go by soo fast. Well it’s not yet one year. But almost. You are all great. You helped me through shitty times and told me it would get better. You encouraged me to keep blogging and to keep writing. Thank you. To celebrate this I will  do a Q&A. But I need you to help me. I’ve never done this before and I have no Idea how to do it. Could you please help me with the in the comments? I’d be very thankful. I give you something in advance which is that you may ask any Question except too personal Questions like Home, Name, Address, you know stuff like that. There is no specified subject in this Q&A so ask what you want to know. I guess that’s all for today. And hopefully I will write a review soon so stay tuned for that. I may post some of my poems. Or I may write a Life Update. Let me know what you’d rather want from me. I hope you are all doing wonderful.

Bye I guess

PS: Just that you know THANK YOU !

PPS: Just that you know I’m randomly filling that post because I don’t want to stop it!

PPPS: That doesn’t even exist. Bye for real this time.

Beginning of a story

Dear Readers,
This is the beginning of a story I’ve been writing at lately. I hope you like this. If you don’t tell me in a fair feedback what to do better. So here we go. I’m doing this for the first time.

The sun was already shining brightly through the curtains when I woke up. Again I had slept in. It sucked. And if that wasn’t enough, the shower didn’t work. I’d have to fix it soon. Mom couldn’t do it. She’d been that way since, well since dad had died. She was sleeping all night and day. First I’d thought it would pass, like every grief did one day. But as much as I hoped, it didn’t. She wasn’t going to wake up for fixing the shower. She wasn’t even going to wake up to just say ‘good morning, honey’ like she used to when I was little. But I didn’t have time to think of it now. I had to get to school. So I just grabbed my bag and got to my car. I’d be late for class. But who cared, anyways? They never did. But then again, I’d have to get through it, like everything else. As I pulled into the parking lot the warning bell had already rang. I hurried into class. Maths. My absolute worst class. I sat down and class began. As boring as always our maths teacher explained some Trig. I was dreading to have break. Next class. English. That’s where I noticed him. He came through the door and sat down right beside me. ‘Hey’ he said ‘I’m Jason. And well I’m obviously the new kid.’ He looked hot. Jason was tall, had beautiful green eyes, dark wavy hair and smelled of woods. Oh really. What was I thinking? I hadn’t even known him for five minutes. ‘Oh umm, well I’m Ashley. Not new here obviously.’ As if I had to say this. ‘ Nice to meet you Ashley’ and then class began. The morning passed as usual. With the exception that I now had someone sitting next to me in English. Then lunch came and I already expected to be alone for myself eating lunch, as always. But I had been wrong. There he was. No wait, there was this new boy that didn’t attract me in any way. Better. Well that wasn’t exactly the truth but it was definitely better. I took a tray of something that should be a baked potato and some meat. There was a table with no people. That’s where I sat down, as always. Then Jason sat down next to me. ‘ You mind if I join you? See you’re the only one I know so far.’ Really? I couldn’t help but try not to smile or freak out. ‘ No, not really. And in the matter of a fact you already sit here.’ We ate in silence. An awkward silence. Well, then somehow afternoon went by. And by the end of the day I was in a really bad mood. The strange things started again. I knew, because they always did when I was excited, frightened or angry. But I had learned to control it somehow. Sometimes it still didn’t work. I went home and thought about it. And I knew that there would be more. But first I had to get some milk. I was obsessed with milk. I took a sip. Ahhh, that felt good. My school bag was laying untouched in the corner. I opened it and took out some paper and a pen. I started writing a story. Which was what I always did when it started again. Because in these stories I had control of things. I could decide who was treated badly and who was not. I could decide what problems they had. And I could decide who lived and who died. So I started. It helped. But then I got distracted. The doorbell rang. Who would that be at 7:30 p.m.? I took my time to open it. What I saw made me shudder. How the hell had Jason found out where my home was? Saying I was surprised would be the understatement of the century. Confused and freaked out would be a little nearer. Maybe I was just paranoid. ‘Hey Ashley’, he said, ‘I know this is a little weird, but I can’t do it any other way. I know you’re confused as hell and maybe a bit freaked out. But the time is running out. I’m so sorry. But I have to.’ There was this look in his eyes that told me he meant what he’d said.’ What exac-‘ I was interrupted by a thundering sound. There was a lightning bolt and then everything went black. As I woke up again I found myself in a bed. A bed that wasn’t mine. I blinked at the light that was on. I was in a room that looked like a hotel room. With the exception that there were no Windows. And that I had no idea where I was.

Thanks for reading. I appreciate that you read it. Really. And I miss you all. I hope you are all doing good. Goodnight or day or whatever. Bye