Luckily for you, today I will be speaking in english. :)
Hi youuu, I'm Lou, who are you? :) Don't answer that, I'm glad you came here. I won't bore you with stupid, unnecessary words, but interest you with wonderful, enlightening nonsense I hope you will like. I'm usually a pretty random person in the planet, I like to think Im not, but sadly, it's true. I heard a week ago that our planet had just been overcrowded. We're 7billion now :OO 7billion little people like meeee.
Being a blog star is my chance to shine, and for this week, I promise, I'll do my best to step out of my little bubble and into the big world! The one where people search you up on google, type your name in wikipedia, where they read your blog every morning with their coffee and feel good cause I made an incredibly funny joke. :))) I wish.... But it'll come I guess. If I stick my head into my work.
I'm on holiday so it's the best way to make things right!!!! I hope you'll enjoy. Xxx
BIG MASSIVE ENORMOUUS THANKS TO THE SKYROCK TEAM FOR PUTTING ME ON, AND THANK YOU TO MY AWESOME DEVOTED READERS (yes, I'm talking to you grandpa) FOR KEEPING ME HERE, AND GIVING ME A REASON TO POST!!! :))
Please, just by the way, to all the absolutely delirious perverts out there, I just wanna say BUG OFF cause I'm not answering your comments. And I do NOT have Msn, or Facebook or Twitter, I do not chat with you or anyone else. I return comments, and only decent ones.
This used to be like a regular thing, every week I'd post something, and people would comment and I'd take ten minutes to answer all of them, and I would be fan of your blog if you were leaving nice comments etc... Now, I don't have time anymore. But I would like to say thank you to all of you who've made this experience really enjoyable, but today, I think that this blog is over. Of course, it will stay on the internet, but I will not be able to answer comments or friend requests. Sorryyy no time <3 But I thank you all for all the lovely things you've said that I'll never forget, never everrr ever. <3 Thank you guys xx
Best feeling in the world, to enter Waterstone's (my local library- so happens to be my favorite shop in London.), the smell of new books fresh for me, my little corner, straight down the shop and to the right, entitled “Dark Romance”, I get to look at all the new books, I usually search for the largest I can find, the one that can last at least two days... Grab a Mocha (chocolate base) from Pret, and find a good seat outside on a sunny day: this is how I wish to spend the rest of my life.
I always thought that, deep down; books reflected who you are in a way. It might sound crazy if you like I don't know, crime investigations or horror books, but I meant that as in, something deeper. Not just a theme, more like a mechanism, the way the book works, the mind behind it, the simplicity/complexity of the story itself. Let me try to explain that,
In my last book review, I hadn't been completely honest; I hadn't really chosen a book that represented me, who I really am, so now that I'm honest, I'm going to tell you what a crazy book freak I am. I love reading, and I hate it. I only like to read stuff that I like, and I don't like to be forced to read, don't really like trying new stuff out, okay, I know it's bad, but still, it's me. Well, the book review thing is like a dream come true, cause it's like a challenge, for me, to make you guys actually try the books that I read...all the time. I'm into Dark Romance, fiction, fantasy mostly, vampires, lycanthropes and stuff like that. There are some awesome stuff, legends about these guys. This is why, I decided to present to you today, a book that mixes cheesy romance along with epic suspense, and a scary atmosphere:
It's called: The Name of The Star by Maureen Johnson.
It's not my favorite book of all time, my fvorite book would probably bore you to death, but this one might interest at least a few of you...
Before I start, you should probably know that this book is for 14+, there are a few er, psycho scenes, which can shock. I admit. But if you're not sensitive towards that kind of stuff than it's fine.
A little bit of history...
Do you guys know Jack the Ripper?
Well, he's well known from where I come from (England) and you've probably heard from him. I'm sorry, this is going to be boring for those who already know him, but just in case someone doesn't here it goes:
THIS IS WIKIPEDIA, I've cut out a few, but these are very clear, detailed, and explained, just what you need to understand this book.
“"Jack the Ripper" is the best-known name given to an unidentified serial killer who was active in the largely impoverished areas in and around the Whitechapel district of London in 1888. The name originated in a letter, written by someone claiming to be the murderer, that was disseminated in the media. The letter is widely believed to have been a hoax, and may have been written by a journalist in a deliberate attempt to heighten interest in the story. Other nicknames used for the killer at the time were "The Whitechapel Murderer" and "Leather Apron".
Attacks ascribed to the Ripper typically involved female prostitutes from the slums whose throats were cut prior to abdominal mutilations. The removal of internal organs from at least three of the victims led to proposals that their killer possessed anatomical or surgical knowledge. (...) Mainly because of the extraordinarily brutal character of the murders, and because of media treatment of the events, the public came increasingly to believe in a single serial killer known as "Jack the Ripper"
Chapman's body was discovered at about 6 a.m. on Saturday 8 September 1888 near a doorway in the back yard of 29 Hanbury Street, Spitalfields. As in the case of Mary Ann Nichols, the throat was severed by two cuts. The abdomen was slashed entirely open, and it was later discovered that the uterus had been removed. At the inquest, one witness described seeing Chapman at about 5:30 a.m. with a dark-haired man of "shabby-genteel" appearance.
Stride and Eddowes were killed in the early morning of Sunday 30 September 1888. Stride's body was discovered at about 1 a.m., in Dutfield's Yard, off Berner Street (now Henriques Street) in Whitechapel. The cause of death was one clear-cut incision which severed the main artery on the left side of the neck.
Kelly's gruesomely mutilated body was discovered lying on the bed in the single room where she lived at 13 Miller's Court, off Dorset Street, Spitalfields, at 10:45 a.m. on Friday 9 November 1888. The throat had been severed down to the spine, and the abdomen virtually emptied of its organs. The heart was missing.
The canonical five murders were perpetrated at night, on or close to a weekend, and either at the end of a month or a week or so after. The mutilations became increasingly severe as the series of murders proceeded, except for that of Stride, whose attacker may have been interrupted. Nichols was not missing any organs; Chapman's uterus was taken; Eddowes had her uterus and a kidney removed and her face mutilated; Kelly's body was eviscerated and her face hacked away, though only her heart was missing from the crime scene.”
This book is about the canonical five murders of Jack the Ripper. It happens in modern times, in London, when a psychopath is mimicking around the streets the exact same murders of Jack The Ripper, at the same time and at the same places the victims were murdered. Only this time, the victims were men and women.
Rory Deveaux flies to London to a boarding school, for a new life, and arrives just a few days before the first victims.
The book starts violently, it's fantastically written, you cannot put this book down for a second, sure it's scary, but it's outstanding. You can never stop reading, afraid of what is going to happen. You want to know the end quickly so it stops traumatizing you. I've never read anything like it before, was never tempted, but I was out of books to read, and I was pretty desperate for something to do during the holidays.
As I said, the beginning grabbed me automatically, this girl, is walking in the streets alone, and having read the resume, I was about one hundred per cent sure what was going to happen. The author must have known that of course, because he played with us until the very end of the preface, urging us to read more, it was like watching a movie. Turns out, the girl walks into a dark place, and trips over a body, she has blood on her hands so she tries in the dark to find the neck, for a pulse. But there's a space, in between the head and the rest of the body. That freaked me out so much, but it was amazing. It ends like this: “It went on and on until Claire realized that the head was barely attached at all, and that the puddle she was kneeling in was almost certainly not rainwater. The eyes saw it all.”
I should've left the book at the library, but how could I after reading such an opening? I had never been grabbed like this before, so I just took the bloody book, and read every last page of it, scared to death, but entertained for two sick days. Wow.
I don't regret reading this, it kinda scared me at first, but I grew to like the characters, and the horror of it transforms into fantasy, which is much less believable, it's actually a ghost that's killing these people and mimics the ripper mania. So I guess it convinces us enough that this isn't a real story, and it's not going to happen! Thank god.
Well, point is, I really enjoyed it, it was scary, but scary's better than boring, and it was worth a shot. I liked the love story too between Rory and Jerome, to be honest, I think I might just start horror. Xx
But wow, today, I found something else. I've found a real friend, I know it sounds cheesy Debs, but I really have, we used to have loads of fun before and stuff but it stopped there. Today, I know we've gone past that friendly stage, now I felt like we're linked somehow. You know, you get me. I get you. and it just seems to work somehow you know?
Anyways, I promised I would write this, and dedicate this for you, because you're the only one of my friends that have actually read that article.
What you said after that really marked me, and I swear I'm going to remember this all my life. (to my readers, it's okay if you don't know what she said, it won't stop you from understanding the rest, but I just want to say, she said the kindest thing a friend has ever said to me.)
I mean, it was something I have been hoping to hear for a while, and finally someone gets it. It feels so good.
But okay, enough of cheesy talking. :)
As I promised...
Changing slightly my usual form of writing, I'm going to list, yeah a list, of the principles people should have to make this world a little bit better:
-First, I found this quote, I think it's pretty vulgar, sorry for that, but it's so true, "Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity."
And I mean when I read that I thought, damn, that is so true.
People should be ashamed of war, in general, fare or not, I think no man should have to kill someone who has never done anything to you. I know in the Bible there is a verse that says 'thou shalt not kill'. I do respect that, I swear I will never kill anyone, for whatever reason.
So, most people having this same principle as me, wonder, 'what does it feel like to kill someone?' or 'are these people bombing conscious of what they're doing or are they monsters?'
Yeah, these are questions I often ask myself too.
How long will it take for people to acknowledge the fact that wars won't solve humanity, and that death and killing has become something we are used to hearing. How could human have led that happen?
Okay, let's take an example, remember these American soldiers who urinated on dead Afghan bodies?
That, is such a perfect, undeniable example of the point I'm trying to make, and also the perfect introduction to my next point.
- Stereotypes. What are they? Here's a reminder: 'A widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person or thing.'
I'm talking about stereotypes concerning entire populations. I'm half Arabic, my mother comes from Morocco, and it all seemed really happy and awesome to be half Moroccan when I was a kid. Don't get me wrong, I am so entirely proud of being Moroccan and having such an amazing mother, but what I meant was the unbelievable stereotypes people stick with. I, being from both sides (Morocco and France) have a pretty good view on what kind of stereotypes exist.
And I couldn't be more aware of the tension that still exists everywhere.
And I think it's just so, so sad.
I think media these days have a massive influence on what people think of Arabs. Only now do I truly understand all of it. People have this really pejorative view on Arab people, because you only hear the bad things about them on the news. The wars, the murders, the hostages, the bombing, all that stuff.
But don't people realise it's the same everywhere? That humans in general have gone mad, and that we're self-destructing ourselves. I mean it, humans will cause their own destruction. We're all falling apart. These are big words, but I meant them. I think the world has gone terribly wrong, and the hard thing is to understand how we got to this point. How did we get to the Second World war? How did racism exist?
This is pretty rough. I mean, wow, oh my god she's talking about grown-up stuff!
'Grown up stuff' is stuff grown-ups can't even manage.
But, I've drifted slightly away from my original subject, soz. Yeah, coming back to stereotypes:
I saw a video on youtube, this Arabic-looking girl was singing in front of the camera, and her sister comes in suddenly, and slams the door. The younger sister (the one singing) asks why she couldn't have knocked, and the older girl in response, slaps her sister in the face and says "I'm your sister, I can come in whenever I want."
Okay, yeah wow that must have hurt. But then,
I read a comment saying that this stuff only happened, (let me quote this, this is unbelievable)
"in Wild, cannibal colonies in Africa and with Arabs"
Woah. Yeah, that was like a blow in my face. See this, is the typical stereotype.
This kind of thing happens in every country, like France (this was a French video), but people won't acknowledge that and will blame it on someone else.
The person who left that comment was probably clumsy, deep down I don't really blame him, medias and stuff you hear about Arab people are pretty horrible, and would lead stupid people to think stupid things such as: Arab people are uncivilised and mad populations.
Next time you hear something of the kind, remember what I said, it doesn't just apply for Arab people, I'm just stating an example, but be aware that what you hear manipulates what you say, even if you aren't racist, the words that come out of your mouth can suddenly sound very wrong.
There wil be more next time :) I hope that article wasn't too depressing, but I really like writing about this kind of stuff, it really helps me get it out. And not hold all this inside me. I like it.
Debs I know you'll understand this :) Can't wait to hear what you're going to say xxx
Hey, oh my god, I've been away for so long, I've missed all of you so much. I'm sorry for the lack of new stuff, I've been really busy lately... I would like to thank you for still coming round to check it out. I don't deserve that much. HEY GRANDPA I know how much you like looking at my blog, and how you've read every single detail of it, I'm really sorry, I hope I'll get to post some more...
So yeah, here are a few sketches...vaguely new, hope you like it ;)