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) 

 

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) 

Attachments– Book Review

Hullo most wonderful readers,

Let me just start this one by saying this: I was absolutely and horridly late to this ride. This book? This book was phenomenally romantic, sweet and real.

And before I even begin on the book itself, let me just (I’ll have a lot of ‘just‘s on this post–bear with me, I’m on full Fangirl/Ranter mode at the moment) say that I’ve taken one serious liking to Rainbow Rowell’s books and plots. Normally, in books, there’s this moment where you know that the characters are in love– that it has happened. But in real life, and in most of her books, there’s no moment of revelation, love just smooths over the characters and the plot like a fresh wave and you don’t feel the hit, no, you’re swept along with it. That’s one thing I truly love about her books. They’re real.

Okay, now onto the epic-ness:

Every woman wants a man who’ll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.

Meet Lincoln– a kind, sweet and cute IT guy working the night-shifts at a newspaper called The Courier. His actual job?

It’s to read the employees’ email exchanges and warn them when their email content contain flagged words (Swear words and the like).

Now for a guy like Lincoln, this job is just terrible. Sitting there, working through the late night, alone in a dimly lit grey room with nothing better to do than read people’s emails sounds about as depressing and creepy as his worst nightmares.

But then something catches his interest– not something, but someone. Two ladies, exchanging emails about their daily, if not comical, lives. He’s instantly drawn to how funny and genuine the two best friends were, and especially how smart and kind one of them was.

But the deeper he fell into that snooping-into-emails  pit (even though it’s technically his job) he couldn’t help himself. He has become so engrossed, involved and in love that every time he promises himself to stop reading their emails, his feelings just end up getting the best of him.

So what could he do when he’s fallen for someone he’s never seen before? Will he ever see the face behind the personality that enchanted him? And if he does, will she believe in love before first sight? Will she dismiss the fact that he’s crossed one-too-many lines? Or will Lincoln never get his happily-ever-after for what he’s done after all?

There are moments when you can’t believe something wonderful is happening. And there are moments when your entire consciousness is filled with knowing absolutely that something wonderful is happening.

This book, set in late 1999’s, is a story of wit, humour, friendship and true love. It tests whether love could exist for character, soul and mind rather than looks and what follows. It’s light-hearted yet deep in ways only true love can be, and I realised, after finishing the novel, just how much I’ve enjoyed and loved it.

 

You’ll definitely be rooting for Lincoln in every page, though, because he’s set out for something every one of us wants: a love that bloomed for the mind and not just your eye’s light.

 

I’m really glad I finally got to read this one. And if I hadn’t written a review for it, I wouldn’t have gotten my closure and would’ve never moved on to any other book.

 

And did you read Attachments yet? Will you? If you did, did you love it as much as I did? Give me your thoughts below, I love reading them!

 

Signed,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)