Reconstructing Amelia (Book review)

I need to read books like 'Reconstructing Amelia' to remind myself why I read Classics and Fantasy book, and need to stick with them. I had really high hopes for this book, first there was this whole awesome story-line. A single mother trying to figure out the death (ruled out as suicide) of her teenage daughter. I though this would be heart-wrenching and maybe this book would actually make me cry, plus who does not love a good murder mystery. red herrings. Spoilers ahead!
So much expectation, so much disappointment. It did keep me going until the very end, i will give it that. Though that was probably because I wanted to know what possible explanation could there be for Amelia's death after coming across tens and thousands of red herrings.

An affair to remember

This Valentines Day I watched 'an affair to remember'. Last year I had spent the day watching South Park so this is a huge upgrade. Well my original plan was a Klaroline marathon, to watch all the scenes of Klaus and Caroline together. 'So you’ve never felt the attraction that comes when someone who’s capable of doing terrible things for some reason cares only about you?' This pretty much sums them up. But unfortunately as I had somewhat overestimated my internet download speed I was left with incomplete episodes. So instead of brooding over it, I decided to watch this movie instead. Major spoilers ahead...

Losing my Temper

Someone once said that before you diagnose yourself of depression, make sure the people around you are not complete morons. I am not self-diagnosing myself and I sure am not depressed but I am so freaking mad all the time now. And I guess diagnosing yourself of depression or simply realizing you are very low on patience and high on temper is pretty much the same thing, the bottom line being, 'Before you blame yourself take a long hard look at the idiots around you'

Before I get to the rest of the story let me give you a little background to this month. February, the season of love. I hate it. It has nothing to do with love, though. I kept a diary when I was small. Well not too small, from classes 5 to 8, I guess. I was not a regular writer. Generally I wrote when I found something to complain about. I eventually found a pattern for the unfortunate events, more like major or minor annoyance, that happened to me- Thursday, 23rd and the whole of February, being the self proclaimed psychologist that I am. I get that this may have pretty much been a self-fulfilling prophecy sort of thing, where panicking about something happening causes so much distraction to one that something unfortunate surely happen. Or maybe I took no notice of it the rest of the days and concentrated on finding faults on the aforementioned dates and days. Anyways, February sucks and the universe tries finding new ways to make me miserable in this month. I don't remember what happened the last year or the several years before that since I no longer kept up with keeping a diary but I remember feeling miserable then, possibly for some insignificant reason if I even remember one now but that mattered then and this series of unnecessary annoying things happening to me matter now.

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Source: Staples eReader Department