They say not to judge a book by a cover, but when it comes to books, I always do. I’m judgmental like that. A good cover is what makes me notice a book on my round through the bookstore. If it doesn’t pique my interest, I’ll probably not pick it up. Not picking it up was not an option with The Watchmaker of Filigree Street though, as its cover
‘No Sarah, only boys. Yes? Only boys.’ It was late in the evening, and together with Max and my brother in law I found myself at the kitchen table of a local family in a tiny village in the heart of the Bulgarian countryside. We were sitting on their beds, at the dinner table in front of the kitchen stove. Which were all in
Yes, yes, yes! If you’re an avid reader like myself, you know that the struggle is real. Especially when you also just happen to be slightly on the short side in a country of giants. At 1.55 or 5’1 I stand a good 20 cm below most of my female friends, and at least 30 below the guys. Talking to people in loud bars is nearly impossible, which is why I dance. But that’s not the struggle I’m talking about. I’m talking about sitting.
In light of me wanting to put more focus on my writing, even though an actual book might not be in the works just yet, I have decided to bring a new column to the blog: Tales on Tuesday. Because a little explanation might be in order, here goes:
Did you hear about Stack already? I just stumbled upon it and haven’t tried it yet, but boy, does it seem to be the answer to all my magazine-boredness related problems. I’ve always loved reading magazines, but ever since the internet got really, really big, it seems that quite some of the magazines I used to read are obsolete on
So yes, I’m a book nerd. I love spending my evenings with a good story and a hot cuppa. When I moved in with my boyfriend, I got rid of a lot of my furniture and stuff. BUT. My one condition was that all of my books were coming with me (well, and my favorite chair, the cabinet that used to belong to my grandparents, my collection of vintage
