3 Days, 3 Quotes: Day 3

Yay me for sticking to schedule (for once)!

Hullo wonderful folks! How’re you all today?

 

So today brings about the end of the quotes tag (sadly); and as it is Day 3, you may want to check out my previous choices and nominees for Days 1 and 2, maybe you’ll like them as much as I did!

So today’s quote is..umm.. what can I say.. It’s extra special. Both because it holds a very relatable meaning, and because this comes from the very book that got me into reading.

So.. where are my drummers?

*drumroll*

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I know it’s just a good ol’ John Green and that most (or all?) of the hype about his books is gone but I just can’t not respect that man and his books; they’re just so precious~ And yes, it was that fateful year, back in 2014, when that book came out, that I decided to give this ‘reading‘ activity a go. And what do you know? 2 years later, here I am, sitting aside with my nose buried in a book, thinking about books and–you guessed it– ranting about books.

 

So thank you John Green for making me realise that there was a world out there filled with endless possibilities– a world where I could lose myself to, and yet find more about who I am nonetheless.

 

And besides, this quote is rather fitting for the last day of a quote-tag, don’t you think?

 

So yeah– now onto our last three nominees!

  1. Azura Skye
  2. BookslayerReads
  3. Clockwork Bibliophile

 

And that’s the end of it! Have you read The Fault In Our Stars? Any of John Green’s books? What quotes do you like from his books? Whatever it is, I’d love to hear your thoughts!

 

Loads of love,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

3 Days, 3 Quotes: Day 2

I’m starting to think that I may have commitment issues…. or maybe I’m just irresponsible..

I know, I know. This quote should’ve been here yesterday but.. I had this infernal paper to write and got caught up in it. My apologies, dear readers.

Speaking of Infernal; today’s quote is from one of my all-time favourite trilogies. Any guesses?

(Oh yes, if you want Day 1’s quote, it’s right here)

Another drumroll before the grand reveal, please:

*drumroll*

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This is especially true in my case because were it not for books, I would’ve been a completely different person compared to who I am today. So thank you books for making me choose to live a thousand lives instead of just one!

And the nominees for the day are:

  1. bookishthingsandtea
  2. rantandraveaboutbooks
  3. jessreadsbooks

Have you read The Infernal Devices trilogy yet? Can you relate to today’s quote as much as I do? Let me know below!

 

Signed,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

3 Days, 3 Quotes– Book Tag

Howdy!

How’s everyone? Enjoying the last bits of November? I surely hope so!

So I was tagged by my very lovely friend Dez from @Dez| The Fun In Reading Books. I’m telling you, ladies and gentlemen, this human has one of the best blogs and personalities I’ve had the pleasure of coming across; so do yourself a favour and check her blog out!

So what’s the tag? The rules go as follows:

1. Thank the person who nominated you
2. Post a quote for 3 consecutive days (1 quote for each day)
3. Nominate three new bloggers each day

 

So today’s quote is *drumroll* ….

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I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned these two facts but:

a. I take such a pleasure in reading quotes; and I love quotes so much that writing one from my ‘favourites’ list everyday may last a decade and more– it’s that bad, yes.

b. SHERLOCK HOLMES! Oh goodness… if I could just begin to describe my admiration to that classical book series, we’d never see the end of it. And I don’t love it so much just because Benedict Cumberbatch made an epic TV series of it. No sir, it goes way beyond that too.

And that sadly concludes the fangirl session on quotes and being a major Sherlockian. I have a passion for the truth and unmasking lies, so this quote takes the top of my list.

Oh yes, the nominees!

I tag:

  1. TrainOfThoughts 
  2. Birdie BookWorm
  3. ForensicMom 

I wish I could tag everyone all at once, but I guess that’ll have to wait until tomorrow’s post.

 

Know the quote, though? A fellow Sherlockian yourself? Let me know!

Loads of love,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

PS. I changed up the blog’s theme– I felt like I needed something more to the immaculate side. What do you think of the new one? 

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Hey,

Look me in my eyes,

Tell me it’s not true,

Look me in my eyes,

Show me the real you.

 

 

Now,

Remove that mask,

I can handle what’s beneath.

Dare I ask,

What is it you’re afraid I’ll see?

 

 

What am I to do,

When I try and can never let go?

I worry and ponder,

Sit and wonder,

Asking if it’s ever enough.

I’ll fall once,

I’ll fall twice,

But is the third worth a shot?

 

 

If you were a red,

And I was a blue-grey,

Will you set it on fire;

And let this passion burn away?

Will I rain down droplets of hope,

Or will it be despair?

Is your fire a flaming torch,

Or is it a dying flair?

 

 

Why await you to make the move,

When really,

I’ve played it all.

I’ve shown you all my cards,

Now got nothing else to prove.

 

 

So what am I to do,

When I try, and can never let go?

All I do is,

Worry and ponder,

Sit and wonder,

Asking if it’s ever enough.

I’ll fall once,

I’ll fall twice,

But is the third worth a shot?

 

 

Hullo~

The followers count is nearing 80 (or is it 80 already?) Just a few more and I’m hitting the jackpot! 

 

Okay no, maybe not the jackpot but 100 is a very grand number. I’m being hopeful. 

Anyhow, what do you think? It’s supposedly not a poem– this one should be my first attempt at song writing. I get that the chorus should be repeated more but when I tried, it just sounded too.. too much? I don’t know. But what do you think? Should I give this song-writing business more tries or let go entirely? Also, can any of you wonderful humans suggest a song name? I couldn’t come up with any *sad sigh*

Have a blissful day, 

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka) 

 

2016 Blogger Awards!

I don’t even know why I’m nervous..

Hullo my most beloved readers!

How’ve you all been? Excited for November? I am, it’s one of my favourite months (and not only because my birthday is in it).

Anyhow.. there’s this matter called the 2016 blogger awards and it’s upon us! I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to nominate anyone since the bloggers I actually interact with could be counted on one hand; but I’ll do my best anyway.

So the ‘host’ (can we call her that? I’m calling her that) is Elm from JustElm and she says:

There are 12 categories in which to nominate blog, or bloggers. They are listed below, with a description to help you to decide which blogs fit the award best. You can nominate anybody, and the blogger with the most nominations for that category will win the award. However, all nominees will be recognised.

The complete set of rule are up on the post as well, so spare it a glance, will you?

https://justelm.wordpress.com/2016/10/15/the-2016-blogger-awards/

As I said, I didn’t have many nominees as I’m still new round here, and I wanted to do justice to the great few people I DO know, so I’ll just nominate them here.

Blog of the year:

Train of Thoughts. She’s worked so hard, and in the little time I’ve been around, she’s literally built a wonderful world of her own, which is truly inspiring– https://mybookylife.wordpress.com

Most Relatable Blog:

Azura Skye. Her posts always makes me shout ‘YAAAS!’ And her writing style reflects who she is, which reaches out to me right away– https://azuraskies.wordpress.com

Funniest Blogger:

Crumble Cult by Tony Single. There isn’t post or a reply to a comment that doesn’t make me smile, grin or straight away laugh out loud– https://crumblecult.com

The Wildcard:

Dez from the fun in reading books. She’s stunning, approachable, friendly, kind, with epic reviews and a wonderful blog. I don’t know which category does her justice, really– https://thefuninreadingbooks.wordpress.com

Finally, the Most Approachable Blogger:

I nominate Elm. Because honestly, I’ve been round here for like 3 minutes and I can already see her awesomeness emitting through my screen!

https://justelm.wordpress.com

Any of you going to nominate? It’s actually great fun!

Lots of love,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

The Rose and the Dagger (The Wrath and the Dawn #2)– Book Review

I feel like writing the review for this is a spoiler for the first…

ANYHOW. I have to; I feel like I literally can’t move on. God have mercy on our souls, seriously; for this is addiction and I’m afraid I don’t even want it to stop.

 

Just warning everyone now: This is a review for the sequel, so it naturally contains minor– or major, depending on you point of view– spoilers for the first book, so if you haven’t read the first, I don’t suggest that you ruin its beauty by spoiling yourself, really. It’s too precious. SO GO READ THE FIRST BOOK AND JOIN ME HERE LATER SO WE COULD SQUEAL TOGETHER!

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“Two stubborn lovers, protecting each other from the very same threat.”

Shahrzad’s land was no longer the way it has always been. The king she once believed was a monster was, in fact, a beautiful, tortured boy with a curse that chained him and his city. Her land had turned into a divided kingdom with people dying left and right, and with other people brewing up storms of their own inside. A war was approaching, and Shahrzad had to do everything in her power to prevent the destruction of those she loved and held dear.

Forced away from the arms of her husband, Shahrzad is whisked off back into the Sea of Sand, surrounded by her family and friends and yet knowing and feeling that she didn’t belong there in the desert anymore. Not when they were plotting the downfall of her husband. Not with so much hatred suffused in the air.

“Destiny was for fools. Sharzad would not wait for her life to happen. She would make it happen.”

With the help of the growing magic in her veins, she strikes out on her own to end both the terrible curse that had enveloped Khalid for years on and the brewing war once and for all. But staying alive in a desert filled with enemies was a much more challenging task than she thought.

This book is far more action-packed compared to the first, and we get to see so much character growth in such a small period of time that it’s truly magnificent. It is a story of survival, magic, war, power and the thin, veiled line, that distinguished love from hate.

“It was easy to be good and kind in times of plenty. The trying times were the moments that defined a man.
And love? Love was something that did much to change a person. It brought joy as it brought suffering, and in turn brought about those moments that defined one’s character. Love gave life to the lifeless. It was the greatest of all living powers.
But, as with all things, love had a dark side to it.”

And what about Shahrzad? Will she be able to feel Khalid’s arms again, or will risking everything to get back to her one true love end in tragedy?

I rooted for these characters in every turn of every page. The beauty of it all was that you never knew who was the villain. Who caused all that anguish. And sometimes, it’s not even a matter of who, it’s a question of what. Emotions truly control us, and even though they may be the greatest fuel we could ever hope for, they are sometimes our downfall too, if we allowed our emotions to blind us from what is right and wrong.

I personally don’t believe I have ever been this attached to a book (or  a duology) before. It was so magical, so tender, so breathtakingly wonderful that it left me all crumbled up and aching after I was done.

No, honestly, I’m still drying my tears.

I don’t normally reread, but this? I’d read it a thousand times over and still fall in love with it over and over again.

Have you stumbled upon The Wrath and the Dawn yet? Have you read it already? Loved it as much as I did? Tell me your thoughts below, I love hearing them!

Signed,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

The Wrath and The Dawn– Book Review

Beautiful. Simply and utterly so. That’s about the only word that befits this masterpiece.

 

Hullo my lovely readers!

I come to you from faraway lands with yet another tale to tell. More like, one to rally.

 

“It’s inevitable. When you meet the one who makes you smile as you’ve never smiled before, cry as you’ve never cried before… there is nothing to do but fall.” 

 

In a blazing retelling of the known classic A Thousand and One Nights, Renée Ahdieh (bless her soul), brought to life a compelling story of what it means to love, lose yourself to it, and come to terms with the wars that surround you.

In a land bathed in sand, lies a boy-king that inflicts pain upon a new family with each passing dawn. Khalid Ibn al-Rashid, Caliph of Khorasan, the King of Kings, marries a girl each night, only to have her dead come the following dawn.

Such a heart-wrenching tragedy befalls sixteen-year-old Shahrzad, when her childhood best friend, Shiva, is chosen to marry the monstrous king and thus, die the following dawn. Seeking comfort in her sense for vengeance and revenge, Shahrzad volunteers to be the next bride, only that she also vows to live to see the morning sun that follows her wedding.

I will live to see tomorrow’s sunset. Make no mistake. I swear I will live to see as many sunsets as it takes.
And I will kill you.
With my own hands.”

Putting her plan into action, supplied with the sheer force of hatred she felt for the murderer who dared call himself king, Shahrzad beguiles him by narrating a tale woven by her entrancing abilities as a storyteller. Intrigued, Khalid listened as she built a world of wonders and possibilities in front of him, with words so carefully chosen and picked that they left no room for anything but bewitchment. Wickedly, however, she stopped midway with the threat of the rising sun, and when he demanded that she continues her tale, she promises that she would–

 

Only that she would do so the following night. If she was allowed another night.

 

And surprising both himself and her, Khalid agrees. Just one more night.

 

Shahrzad managed more than just that, though. Night and night again, she sat across him, narrating tales long left untold, ones built from her imaginations and other built from messages she wanted to convey. Slowly, however, something that she had definitely not taken into account happened: Khalid, the murderous, cold-blooded killer she had vowed to kill, didn’t seem as monstrous as she had always believed he was. The monster was just a boy. A boy with stories of his own. A tale cloaked in darkness. Incredibly, Shahrzad finds herself falling in love; not just with the mystery behind his fierce ember eyes, but with the words he spoke so carefully, with the actions he took so lovingly, and with every bit of the Caliph she had sworn she’d end. But how could she? Despite her beating heart, she knows that such feelings are nothing but a great betrayal and dishonour to her best friend. To the people she loved and held dear.

 

But what was Shahrzad to do, living with someone she cared for more than she could ever let on? She knew that the truth wasn’t as simple and clear as it seemed; she knew that there must’ve been something more to the story, and so, she resolves to uncover whatever secrets lurk and, despite her love, be ready to take Khalid’s life as retribution for the many lives he’s stolen. She’d have to face the mighty Caliph of Khorasan. The King of Kings. Her beautiful monster.

 

But here’s the question: would their love be greater than the hate? Can their love survive this world of stories and secrets?

 

 

God.. Only upon rereading this was I reminded as to why this wonderful novel became my ‘Favourite’. And believe me, this title has never been in my rankings. I’d talk about the author’s writing style, but in truth, it’s more of a painting style, really. It was utterly entrancing. Captivating. Intoxicating in a way that only made you drown and not want to resurface, for there was such beauty in ever fold of her pages that you just couldn’t leave the story behind. And her characters? They were a story on their own, and I assure you, you’d want to read this book for at least getting  a chance at a glimpse at Shahrzad’s thoughts; for a look into Khalid’s head and for just a taste of his words, for they truly ring in your mind long after you’ve closed the book.

 

“When I was a boy, my mother would tell me that one of the best things in life is the knowledge that our story isn’t over yet. Our story may have come to a close, but your story is still yet to be told. 
Make it a story worthy of you.”

 

Read it. Read it, read it, read it. And tell me what you thought of this beautiful story of hate, revenge, secrets, the love for power, and the power to love.

 

Yours truly,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

 

PS. I wanted to vote for the Blogger Awards this year and had a draft at the ready and everything, only to realise that I didn’t know enough people in the community round here to properly vote. So maybe with the year to come, I’d be able to vote after knowing more people in this wonderful realm of words painted on screens. 

The Screwdriver

Once, I was looking for this singular screwdriver and I couldn’t find it anywhere I looked. And mind, I rummaged through everything and every drawer to get it; but sadly resurfaced empty-handed.

My father, bless him, sees me in my disarrayed state and asks what I was looking for. When I told him, he asks me, ‘What colour is it?’

And I answer him and tell him it’s yellow.

He smiles-grins a little, looks me in the eye like he knows some secret I haven’t a clue on, and tells me that there was also a purple one, which was right under my nose and I couldn’t see it even though I searched that place at least three times.

The moral is: sometimes you’re looking for something in this distinct shape and never find it; but once you realise that the shape could change, you may as well find it right in front of you, hidden (or not so hidden) in plain sight, with you not having the least idea on. You just had your sights on something too distinct.

The end you’re looking for may not be there, but that doesn’t mean that there is no end. It just means that there’s a different shape and colour to it.

So open up your mind more as I have learnt to open mine.

Signed,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

Broken Heart 

A girl texted a guy once. Mid-chat, she asked him whether he had to go or not, and when he told her that he was just about to excuse himself, she told him she had thought so, putting in the broken heart emoji. She wished him good luck with whatever matters he had at hand and before he went, he asked her what the broken heart stood for. She replied saying that it stood for a broken heart. Simple. It stood for a broken heart; because it’s always sad when you have to say goodbye to someone, even online.

You know what he did?

He never saw the message. And that’s why it was broken heart. Because even though with every goodbye comes a new hello, with him, there is never really anything for certain. It’s always a game of guessing, wondering, pondering and inquiring. There’s never a closure.

And that was why it was a broken heart.

Heya! 

This is a short, short piece that just crept up on me out of nowhere. Tell me your thoughts on it, though; I’d love to know whether or not you felt anything for the girl! 

Signed, 

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka) 

Amnesia

Feeling the touch and letting go,

Only to awaken cold on the snow.

Seeing the colours flash by,

Only to open her eyes and wonder why.

Looking up she saw pictures,

And with love and hate arose many mixtures—

Love because she could feel it;

And with saudade, hatred lit.

There was something wrong in her, she knew;

But what it was, she had no clue.

She’d feel it consume her, all those fears;

And when she’d realise it, her face is wet with tears.

She tried fighting,

But it was nothing too enlightening.

She tried letting it go,

But the hollowness only seemed to grow.

They were buried memories, she now knew;

But how’d you feel with something lost in you?

Would you dig and search deep,

Or let it fade away and weep?

And now could you imagine her world in shades of black?

Could you feel the fire of her passion dying out?

Hear the warmth her screams lack?

See the despair in her heart flourish and sprout?

Hey hey hey! 

Long time no post, I know. But sadly, I’ve been drowning in this sea of inspiration-less doom and couldn’t get anything to type. Now, however, I think I’ve resurfaced. 

So? What do you think? Any good? Let me know in the comments below! 

Lots of love, 

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)