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This is my first time to give up on a book. Halfway through, I just couldn’t go further, for every thought the author conveyed provoked me. The mere character of Shams was confusing. I don’t know much, but if Shams symbolised Sufism, then he made it sound like complete nonsense; utter crap!
The so called “forty rules” rather complicated the love of God than simplify and elaborate it. I could sense a repelling tone of superiority in Shams’s words; as if ordinary people who embrace the moderate path of Islam are brain-washed and misguided. Perhaps I haven’t grasped the meanings the author wanted me to understand, but I’m not willing to give this book a second chance.
Alright, let’s do this again! Here are some unaccomplished items from last years list:
1. Finish my novel(s).
2. Reach my ideal weight.
3. Eat clean for at least a month without cheating.
4. Build abs.
5. Run regularly for at least 3 months.
6. Complete half a marathon.
7. Buy a heart rate monitor/fitness tracker.
8. Learn to dance.
9. Earn drivers’ license.
10. Read 100 books at least, and re-read the Qur’an.
11. Complete Duolingo‘s French course.
12. Play guitar.
13. Volunteer in a cause.
14. Fall in love.
15. Go skydiving.
16. Attend a live concert.
17. Inspire more people.
Now with brand new goals:
18. Become a psychiatrist.
19. Get or at least decide on a suitable postgraduate academic qualification.
20. Knit something.
21. Earn judo’s black belt.
22. Learn Photoshop.
23. Have my own credit card.
24. Buy something online.
25. Visit London.
Originally posted on International Book Giving Day 2015:
So many wonderful stories from International Book Giving Day 2015 have been pouring in throughout the weekend.
I’m overwhelmed with the generosity of so many people, and of the huge reach that IBGD has.
14th February, and in fact the whole weekend, was one dedicated to getting books into the hands of as many children as possible far and wide. Books were given in UK, South Africa, Canada, Cambodia, Nepal, Brazil, Australia, France, Hungary, Cambodia, oh and so many more!
Whilst I will bring you more details on Wednesday, I simply must share these photos with you today …
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It’s time, again! Well, it’s been a messy year; though I had no exams to worry about, I haven’t crossed so many items off my list. They said medical interns have all the time in the world, but it turned out being the exact opposite! So anyway, of the 24 things I had to do before my 24th birthday (that’s today!), here’s what I’ve done.
1. Finish my novel(s): I’m almost done of my novel’s first draft, but still, it’s not 100% finished.
Win NaNoWriMo: Yay! I won! :D
Scrub-in, preferably in an eye surgery: Scrubbed in Ob/Gyn, just for 5 minutes! Turns out surgery isn’t my thing after all.
4. Reach my ideal weight: Not yet, I’m ridiculously fluctuating.
5. Finish “Insanity” workouts without twisting any joints: I did twist many joints, so…
6. Learn to dance: No time!
7. Earn drivers’ license: Still procrastinating!
20 100 books at least, including the Qur’an: Could barely read a few!
9. Speak French: Such a luxury!
10. Play guitar: LOL! I have the guitar, but that doesn’t count, does it? :P
11. Volunteer in a cause: I did volunteer at the hospital, but I’m not sure it counts, because it wasn’t charity, I was there to learn.
12. Fall in love.. or not: Not. *Sighs*
Pick a specialty: I’m 90% positive that I want to be a psychiatrist, so that’s something.
14. Prepare for a fellowship in the picked speciality: It’s not that easy, but I have a few plans.
Save a life: It wasn’t directly me, but I helped resuscitate many patients, some recovered, others died. But I like to believe I did save a life.
16. Run regularly for at least 3 months: I tried to make it regular, but shifts always happened! :/
17. Run half a marathon: Coming next April, so…
18. Buy a heart rate monitor/fitness tracker: Couldn’t yet afford.
19. Eat clean for at least a month without cheating: Hahaha! Epic fail!
20. Build abs: In progress, I like to believe.
Earn a belt in judo: I earned THREE BELTS! Yellow, Orange, and Green! (Yeah, I’m awesome!)
22. Go sky diving: Wasn’t that fortunate.
23. Attend a live concert: Not yet.
Inspire more people: It appears so. :)
That was sweet, and heart-breaking; my favourite kind of romance. I couldn’t fully relate to the eighties, but I certainly did relate to Eleanor; mostly her insecurities,and how her life is a mess.
“In your life, things happen for reasons. People make sense. But that’s not my life. Nobody in my life makes sense.”
The author wanted you to know that no matter who you are, or how you look like, you can always find love, and I liked that. She was also right, because love shouldn’t be a fairytale, it’s never like fairy tales. This book pretty much reminds me of Paper Towns; precisely the gasp I let out when I realized I hit the last page.
P. S. This book, however, promotes racism, and is full of cussing and F words. (Hence the 4 stars).
This books isn’t the best-written; the present tense and the overly variable points of view don’t make the writing so neat. I would generally put down such a book, but the pace (at least in the beginning) made up for the poor style.
The plot is too cliché and at some points, predictable. Like any piece of dystopian fiction, protagonists try to escape an inevitable unpleasant fate, and their characters develop along the way, until they end up escaping that horrible fate. The story has some twists and turns, but still, is too typical.
The theme, however, is powerful. Though I refuse to believe that unwinding would ever have a place in reality, the author makes you ponder.
To be fair, this book deserves 3.5 stars. I would certainly want to read the sequels, but should they be on the top of my to-read pile, I’m not so sure.
I did not hate the book, however, I did also not love it. When I started formatting this review inside my head, I realized that I was trying too hard to like the novel.
I haven’t read any Medieval fantasies before this one, but I do know what they’re all about, and George R. R. Martin hasn’t gotten out of the cliché zone of high fantasies. Dragons and zombies? Really?! :/
It could’ve been written way better. “A Game of Thrones” obviously portrays many “high lords” in dispute, that’s fine. But the historical background of the characters and settings were crammed in a dull, monotonous narrative. The author ignored the “common people”; I believe the story would’ve been much deeper and richer if he paid as much attention their cultures and how they lived.
There were points though, where I honestly loved the way he demonstrated and vividly painted the scenes. Sadly, he kept repeating himself, and at some point, I started noticing the abuse of adverbs and some adjectives. I have to admit that I felt attached at some parts to characters and engaged to the story, yet these were transient moments. Martin failed to keep me immersed.
Despite all the flaws, I would’ve been looking forward to the second book, if it wasn’t for misogyny and graphic scenes.
How often have words like “whores”, “wenches”, “sluts” been addressed to women? How many vulgar referrals to women’s body parts? And the undue descriptions, those I refrain from mentioning! This ugly reduction of women into mere tools of pleasure is sick. I did feel offended, and angry.
Now to the graphic content. Well, I’m totally against demonstrating intimate sexual details, I see no point of it whatsoever, and Martin writes like dirty-minded teenager, really. I always skip such paragraphs, but still, you don’t need to read to know they were very graphic, disgustingly graphic. I felt distressed (and threatened) so often throughout this book.
As an aspiring writer, I love to study popular works of fiction, and I did hope to learn anything there, but to my disappointment, there was nothing to learn.
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