milk and honey

A couple of weeks after writing about the importance of running, of how running equals a healthy lifestyle, I go round to spraining my ankle. And I was not running (in the literal or figurative sense of the word) when doing so. I was planking – the one and only exercise which probably does not involve any movement. So I have (literally) stopped running for a couple of days now and I’m going crazy (just a little bit of that and lots of exaggeration perhaps). But I do miss it.

The upside of not training is getting a couple of extra minutes of sleep in the morning. Which for me translates as a couple of extra minutes of reading the night before. And I have to share and recommend a book I have just started, but which I am breezing through.

The book is called milk and honey by Rupi Kaur. I read some amazing reviews of it on Goodreads and it got me all curious. And a couple of pages in, I am hooked. It is a collection of poetry – long and short verses which tackle hurting, loving, breaking and healing. I do not read poetry but these lines just struck me in a way that I have to share with you.

Summer Cool

You may understand me when I say that I like my summer reads to be light and entertaining. I save different authors for different seasons. I can not read Khaled Hosseini in August just as I can’t stick to a Sophie Kinsella novel in winter.

Be it summer, humid and hard as ever to concentrate, I’m reading Are You There Vodka? It’s me, Chelsea. I have never read her books before, though I have sometimes seen her on TV. And just like her television show, this book is crass and outrageous. It’s made up of real, short stories and I swear you will end up in tears in certain chapters.

Her style might not appeal to you, She writes like this:

“I rolled over and picked up Us Weekly magazine off the floor. The cover had a picture of Angelina, Brad, and their little Eskimo son, Maddox. I saw staring at the photo, wondering why this little boy looks so pissed off in every picture.

At first I thought he was just pissed about his Mohawk, but then I realized he’s probably furious. Maddox must have thought he hit the jackpot when some A-list celebrity rescued him from third-world Cambodia, only to discover that she was going to shuffle him back and for the to EVERY other third-world country in the universe. He’s probably like, ‘When the fuck are we gonna get to Malibu, bitch?”  

…and this:

“Then a homeless man with a dog approached us and put his hand out. This happens to be something that I have a real problem with: homeless people with pets who approach you for food when they have a perfectly delicious dog standing right there?”  

She’s straight-to-the-point, politically incorrect and without any borders whatsoever. But reading a chapter a night will make you go to sleep smiling and laughing.

And talking about smiles, have you ever heard of the BBC Proms? They are a celebration of the arts, held every summer, ending with the famous Last NIght of the Proms. This year, for the first time ever in the Proms’ history, Radio 1 was invited and it turned the Proms into a classic Ibiza night. International DJ’s like Pete Tong joined the Orchestra and gave us tune after tune of musical gems, each one bringing back memories of past summers. And I mean songs you surely know and recognize, especially if you’re in your 30s. There was Moby and Fat Boy Slim and a whole lot more. If you have time to see the whole set, I truly recommend it! It’s a feast for the senses, and totally beyond the definition of all that is cool.

You definitely know this one!

Christian vs. Gideon…and Sleeping Beauty

I’ve just finished Bared to You, the book likened to the Fifty Shades trilogy, and according to some reviews, even better than the books which had us all drooling over Mr. Grey.

So how did Gideon measure up to Christian? Well in my books, not very highly.

First of all, shallow me couldn’t get over the name, especially after my friend told me about the monkey species called the Gibbon monkey. After that whenever I read the name Gideon, I immediately got the monkey image in my head.

(And I’ve probably just ruined it for you…)

In my opinion, the book took a bit to actually take off and of it all, I enjoyed the last chapters the most. The comparisons to Fifty Shades are quite obvious – filthy rich, handsome multi-millionaire (or billionaire, I don’t know), with a troubled past meets the love of his life with an equally heavy history, they have lots (and lots) of sex, someone from their past ends us causing them problems, but love (and sex) always win out at the end. Eva seems to be less helpless and naive than Ana, which makes her character seem more credible somehow.

But Christian Grey wins hands-down everytime.

So yes, I will buy the rest of the Gideon-Eva books when they come out next month. But I’m thinking Fifty Shades will always be my favourite.

And now you’re probably asking what Sleeping Beauty has got to do with it all.

It seems that Anne Rice (writing as A.N. Roquelaure) wrote a trilogy back in the 1980s, waaaay before the term ‘mummy porn‘ was every invented let alone heard of.  The books tell the tale of Sleeping Beauty as we’ve never read it before. Let’s just say that Sleeping Beauty wasn’t waken up by the Prince’s kiss, and as far as I know the original story did not involve a harem.

So if mummy porn’s your thing, there’s another trilogy waiting just for you 😉

Eat, pray, love.

I’m currently reading this book which I’ve completely embraced and I’m totally enthralled by! It’s called “Eat, pray, love” by Elizabeth Gilbert and it has to rate amongst my all-time favourite books. It’s one of those reads which you can reread every year, and I’m pretty confident you’ll always find something new which will once again engage you and take you, along with the author, on her one-year trip round various countries. The author goes through a punishing and nasty divorce and thereafter embarks on a trip to Italy, India and Indonesia, where she eats, prays and loves. Her accounts of her travels, the people she meets, places she goes to and experiences she has, are written with wit, intelligence and insight. I’m reading the book and all of a sudden I want to go where she went and did what she did. It’s a very honest read and she asks questions each and every one of us has at one time or the other, asked. It’s finding the answers to these questions that prove difficult, but in her search for these answers she finds out so much more about herself and humanity.

I can’t recommend this book enough.