Hope you enjoyed!
Lots of love,
Alice x
Monday, August 29, 2016
Photography series: photos I'm proud of ☆
Hi! Another photography series today, I hope you enjoy and you're enjoying my summer posts (I think this is the last one!) :(
Those are only a few, but I thought I'd only share those as there are some more personal ones that I'm proud of that I'd like to keep to myself.
Hope you enjoyed!
Lots of love,
Alice x
Hope you enjoyed!
Lots of love,
Alice x
Friday, August 26, 2016
Blueberry meringue roulade!
Before we start, do you say roulade the posh way or roo-laid? I say roo-laid.
Glad we clered that up.
Hi everyone, it's Alice back at it again with the recipe posts. And June the 29th Alice has a sore throat (what's new) and hopes that future Alice and future everyone will be happy and healthy and not ill.
Let's just get on with it shall we?
Quickly though, can anyone else believe how quickly the year is going? It's absolutely insane!
Anyways, the post.
Blueberry meringue roulade
4 egg whites
250g sugar
1 teaspoon vinegar
1 teaspoon cornflour
For the filling
grated rind of 1 lemon
300ml double cream, whipped
150g blueberries
Whisk the egg whites in a large clean bowl until stiff (it will take 5-10 minutes), then gradually whisk in the sugar, a teaspoonful at a time. Whisk for a few more minutes until the meringue mixture is thick and glossy.
Combine the vinegar and cornflour and then whisk into the meringue mixture. Spoon in to a 33 x 23 cm (13 x 9 inch) tin that is lined with greaseproof paper, then spread the mix until it covers the whole tray. Bake in your oven which is preheated to 190 degrees celcius for 10 minutes until biscuit coloured and well risen, then reduce the heat to 160 degrees celcius and bake for 5 more minutes until just firm and the top is slightly cracked.
Cover a clean towel with non stick baking paper and sprinkle with a little sugar. Turn out the meringue onto the paper and remove the tin. Leave to cool for 1-2 hours.
Fold the lemon rind into the whipped cream, and spread over the meringue, then sprinkle with the blueberries. Carefully roll up the roulade to form a log. Best eaten fresh.
Big love,
A x
Glad we clered that up.
Hi everyone, it's Alice back at it again with the recipe posts. And June the 29th Alice has a sore throat (what's new) and hopes that future Alice and future everyone will be happy and healthy and not ill.
Let's just get on with it shall we?
Quickly though, can anyone else believe how quickly the year is going? It's absolutely insane!
Anyways, the post.
Blueberry meringue roulade
4 egg whites
250g sugar
1 teaspoon vinegar
1 teaspoon cornflour
For the filling
grated rind of 1 lemon
300ml double cream, whipped
150g blueberries
Whisk the egg whites in a large clean bowl until stiff (it will take 5-10 minutes), then gradually whisk in the sugar, a teaspoonful at a time. Whisk for a few more minutes until the meringue mixture is thick and glossy.
Combine the vinegar and cornflour and then whisk into the meringue mixture. Spoon in to a 33 x 23 cm (13 x 9 inch) tin that is lined with greaseproof paper, then spread the mix until it covers the whole tray. Bake in your oven which is preheated to 190 degrees celcius for 10 minutes until biscuit coloured and well risen, then reduce the heat to 160 degrees celcius and bake for 5 more minutes until just firm and the top is slightly cracked.
Cover a clean towel with non stick baking paper and sprinkle with a little sugar. Turn out the meringue onto the paper and remove the tin. Leave to cool for 1-2 hours.
Fold the lemon rind into the whipped cream, and spread over the meringue, then sprinkle with the blueberries. Carefully roll up the roulade to form a log. Best eaten fresh.
Big love,
A x
Thursday, August 18, 2016
My historical romance: part 3 ♡
Hello! Today I am sharing part 3 to my historical romance with you, I'm really getting into this series so I hope you like it too!
Chapter 3
A sharp knocking on my door brings me back to reality, I haven't left my bed for at least a week, refusing to get up every day and hiding underneath my covers like they are my
shield and I'm going into battle, only I never do, I just stay put under my armour, protecting myself from the outside world, keeping myself in isolation, only allowing Lila to come in and clean my room and bring me food, she never asks questions, she just does it and accepts that I don't want to move.
Slowly, the handle turns and my father confidently strides into the room, he sits in the grey, velvet chair opposite my bed and stares me square in the face. Pretending not to notice him, I intently stare at the ancient wallpaper, taking in the pattern and the texture for the billionth time, hoping against hope that my father will depart my room and shut the door, shutting the door on all human life and society. Unfortunately, he leans in closer so I can see the wrinkles that line his face and his eyes, his receding hairline and pale skin, eyes glazed with concern and sadness. He sighs at my evident lack of enthusiasm and gravely shakes his head. 'Lizzie, my dear,' he starts, his voice almost unrecognisable with an apologetic tone. 'Mister Williams has told me everything.' My cheeks flush, changing my usually porcelain china, pale skin to a tinted pink, rosy look. 'I cannot believe I've been so stupid' he continues, and I pull the silk covers higher up my bed, needing warmth to protect me from the unexpected chill brought upon me. 'I had completely forgotten that you detest cats in the house as you get allergic reactions, so I have sent for the two cats to reside in the stables.' I let out a sigh of relief, he doesn't know the truth about our romantic engagements. 'Oh, and I hear that your sister is coming to stay tomorrow.' My father adds as he walks across the wooden floor, footsteps echoing loudly around the vast chamber. Under my breath, I curse my sister and lay my head back down on the feather filled, silk pillows. 'Also, Elizabeth, you have your music lesson at ten o clock. Be there on time, I expect to hear beautiful music floating through the house.' Shaking with relief, I get up out of bed, removing myself from my armour and exposing myself to the world. I feel more vulnerable than ever before.
Somehow I make it through the day without crossing paths with Colin, I struggle to concentrate in any of my lessons, finding myself glancing out the window and fiddling with my bracelets for most of the day. At lunch I barely eat any of my stew and I refuse the rice pudding offered to me for dessert, instead I take to sipping ice cold water for the entirety of the meal. A dull hunger possesses my body, not a hunger for food, but for love, for the man who I dream about. How I wish he was with me, to hold me in his muscular arms and take me to a world that is entirely our own, a world I have been longing to revisit for what seems like years.
At half past two I hear horse heels trotting down the gravel drive, and for a horrifying moment I am convinced my sister is approaching the house with her frivolous frocks and lacy frills, spending her money like it's worthless and she doesn't need it to survive. Her carefree manner and toxic habits nauseate me, I do not enjoy being in the company of my vulgar, immature sister and Lord knows how I will manage being with her for a week, her badgering me, trying to prise out information about my personal life, and to her that includes any sniff of romance that may concern me. Lying to her constantly for so long becomes exhausting, draining me of my limited supply of energy. Thankfully, it turns out to be my father's aristocrat friends coming down from London, turning up for a leisurely afternoon of croquet and pigeon shooting, coming down to get some of the fresh country air that London lacks. I often find myself wondering about what it would be like to live in a newly industrialised city, a thousand people to meet, a crowd to get lost in, to go unnoticed and unscrutinised for every little thing I do.
Father's friends stay to dine with us for dinner, and they drink a little too much rum and they start to get rowdy, their raucous laughter echoing round the house, drunken smiles
plastered on their faces as they tip countless glasses of alcohol down their throats. Father is the only one who stays sober, his heart condition making him cautious of getting drunk and killing himself, instead he sits there and laughs at the ridiculous predicaments his friends make and I take this as an opportunity to politely leave the dining room, and I escape back to my bed, to hide under the thick covers and block out the world. I decide to run a bath, and the water makes a satisfying sound as it collides with the tin bathtub, I watch it steam away and I silently count my blessings, we are amongst a few privileged households to have a hot, running water supply that is refilled regularly, meaning that whenever I want I can have a relaxing bath, whereas the people in the workhouses do not have a choice when they have a wash, and from what I've heard, it's never warm water they bathe in either.
Uncomfortably loud laughter is still floating around the house a few hours later after I've had my bath and changed into a silk nightgown, so I decide to go on a spontaneous midnight stroll through the garden. Refreshing, cold air hits me in the face the instant I step outside, my feet bare and my hair cascading down my back. I have never felt so free in my life. Making an erratic decision, I run through the garden, breathing in the damp, mossy smell in the air and catching a whiff of pine, a smile creeps onto my face and I feel my cheeks going pink and my eyes sparkling. A moment of freedom found in imprisonment can be a rare, delightful thing. For that one moment I hold the illusion of everything being pristinely perfect; no expectations to meet, no love affairs to conceal and nothing to worry about. How deceiving life can be.
Quite suddenly, I hear footsteps crunching on the drive, and my heart almost stops, and then a tall, handsome silhouette turns round the corner and I gasp. My heart does stop. 'Colin?' I only audibly whisper, praying he won't hear me.
'Elizabeth? What are you doing here? Are you sleepwalking?' Colin's voice is full of surprise, worry and delight, probably an exact reflection of my voice. A beam of moonlight shines on him, revealing the big muscles on his upper arm, sitting under a blue cotton nightshirt, his perfectly tousled hair dances playfully in the light, midsummers breeze and for the first time in months I don't feel regret and guilt regarding the many nights we spend in each other's company, playfully giggling with delight and caressing one another; I just feel desire and an urge to do it all again, to repeat our dangerous actions and live in our idyllic universe where there is no ill father, no sister to potentially expose us to the world, just us and our emotions. 'I could ask you the same question. I came out here for a midnight stroll, what about you?' I try to keep my cool and look composed, however from the impish shadow of a smile creeping onto Colin's face, bathing in the white glow of moonlight. 'Oh, I just came out here to admire the night scenery, and I was hoping I'd bump into you.' He takes a step closer to me, closing the distance, electricity sparks up and I can feel the attraction between us. 'We don't have to hide anymore.' Colin whispers, trying to temp me into a world where we can be together without the fear of anyone finding out about our romantic engagements. Oh how inviting it sounds, to love without fear. An image of my frail father pops back into my head, he needs me more than anything. 'Colin.' I say, a single tear falling down my translucently pale face. 'I can't do this. I have to stay here. We can never be together, I need to stay with my father, he needs me.' Before I feel my heart shatter into a thousand fragments, I wrench myself out of his strong arms and rush back into the house and up to my room, the only place where I feel safe. It is the last thing I want to do. Almost robotically, I brush my hair, wash my face, get into bed, close my eyes and fall into a troubled, light sleep, dominated by thoughts of Colin and my father. My sister coming to stay will only make these already disturbed nights even worse, she will turn my bad dreams into nightmares.
That's that! I know the paragraphing isn't great but I hope you liked it anyway!
Big love,
A xo
Chapter 3
A sharp knocking on my door brings me back to reality, I haven't left my bed for at least a week, refusing to get up every day and hiding underneath my covers like they are my
shield and I'm going into battle, only I never do, I just stay put under my armour, protecting myself from the outside world, keeping myself in isolation, only allowing Lila to come in and clean my room and bring me food, she never asks questions, she just does it and accepts that I don't want to move.
Slowly, the handle turns and my father confidently strides into the room, he sits in the grey, velvet chair opposite my bed and stares me square in the face. Pretending not to notice him, I intently stare at the ancient wallpaper, taking in the pattern and the texture for the billionth time, hoping against hope that my father will depart my room and shut the door, shutting the door on all human life and society. Unfortunately, he leans in closer so I can see the wrinkles that line his face and his eyes, his receding hairline and pale skin, eyes glazed with concern and sadness. He sighs at my evident lack of enthusiasm and gravely shakes his head. 'Lizzie, my dear,' he starts, his voice almost unrecognisable with an apologetic tone. 'Mister Williams has told me everything.' My cheeks flush, changing my usually porcelain china, pale skin to a tinted pink, rosy look. 'I cannot believe I've been so stupid' he continues, and I pull the silk covers higher up my bed, needing warmth to protect me from the unexpected chill brought upon me. 'I had completely forgotten that you detest cats in the house as you get allergic reactions, so I have sent for the two cats to reside in the stables.' I let out a sigh of relief, he doesn't know the truth about our romantic engagements. 'Oh, and I hear that your sister is coming to stay tomorrow.' My father adds as he walks across the wooden floor, footsteps echoing loudly around the vast chamber. Under my breath, I curse my sister and lay my head back down on the feather filled, silk pillows. 'Also, Elizabeth, you have your music lesson at ten o clock. Be there on time, I expect to hear beautiful music floating through the house.' Shaking with relief, I get up out of bed, removing myself from my armour and exposing myself to the world. I feel more vulnerable than ever before.
Somehow I make it through the day without crossing paths with Colin, I struggle to concentrate in any of my lessons, finding myself glancing out the window and fiddling with my bracelets for most of the day. At lunch I barely eat any of my stew and I refuse the rice pudding offered to me for dessert, instead I take to sipping ice cold water for the entirety of the meal. A dull hunger possesses my body, not a hunger for food, but for love, for the man who I dream about. How I wish he was with me, to hold me in his muscular arms and take me to a world that is entirely our own, a world I have been longing to revisit for what seems like years.
At half past two I hear horse heels trotting down the gravel drive, and for a horrifying moment I am convinced my sister is approaching the house with her frivolous frocks and lacy frills, spending her money like it's worthless and she doesn't need it to survive. Her carefree manner and toxic habits nauseate me, I do not enjoy being in the company of my vulgar, immature sister and Lord knows how I will manage being with her for a week, her badgering me, trying to prise out information about my personal life, and to her that includes any sniff of romance that may concern me. Lying to her constantly for so long becomes exhausting, draining me of my limited supply of energy. Thankfully, it turns out to be my father's aristocrat friends coming down from London, turning up for a leisurely afternoon of croquet and pigeon shooting, coming down to get some of the fresh country air that London lacks. I often find myself wondering about what it would be like to live in a newly industrialised city, a thousand people to meet, a crowd to get lost in, to go unnoticed and unscrutinised for every little thing I do.
Father's friends stay to dine with us for dinner, and they drink a little too much rum and they start to get rowdy, their raucous laughter echoing round the house, drunken smiles
plastered on their faces as they tip countless glasses of alcohol down their throats. Father is the only one who stays sober, his heart condition making him cautious of getting drunk and killing himself, instead he sits there and laughs at the ridiculous predicaments his friends make and I take this as an opportunity to politely leave the dining room, and I escape back to my bed, to hide under the thick covers and block out the world. I decide to run a bath, and the water makes a satisfying sound as it collides with the tin bathtub, I watch it steam away and I silently count my blessings, we are amongst a few privileged households to have a hot, running water supply that is refilled regularly, meaning that whenever I want I can have a relaxing bath, whereas the people in the workhouses do not have a choice when they have a wash, and from what I've heard, it's never warm water they bathe in either.
Uncomfortably loud laughter is still floating around the house a few hours later after I've had my bath and changed into a silk nightgown, so I decide to go on a spontaneous midnight stroll through the garden. Refreshing, cold air hits me in the face the instant I step outside, my feet bare and my hair cascading down my back. I have never felt so free in my life. Making an erratic decision, I run through the garden, breathing in the damp, mossy smell in the air and catching a whiff of pine, a smile creeps onto my face and I feel my cheeks going pink and my eyes sparkling. A moment of freedom found in imprisonment can be a rare, delightful thing. For that one moment I hold the illusion of everything being pristinely perfect; no expectations to meet, no love affairs to conceal and nothing to worry about. How deceiving life can be.
Quite suddenly, I hear footsteps crunching on the drive, and my heart almost stops, and then a tall, handsome silhouette turns round the corner and I gasp. My heart does stop. 'Colin?' I only audibly whisper, praying he won't hear me.
'Elizabeth? What are you doing here? Are you sleepwalking?' Colin's voice is full of surprise, worry and delight, probably an exact reflection of my voice. A beam of moonlight shines on him, revealing the big muscles on his upper arm, sitting under a blue cotton nightshirt, his perfectly tousled hair dances playfully in the light, midsummers breeze and for the first time in months I don't feel regret and guilt regarding the many nights we spend in each other's company, playfully giggling with delight and caressing one another; I just feel desire and an urge to do it all again, to repeat our dangerous actions and live in our idyllic universe where there is no ill father, no sister to potentially expose us to the world, just us and our emotions. 'I could ask you the same question. I came out here for a midnight stroll, what about you?' I try to keep my cool and look composed, however from the impish shadow of a smile creeping onto Colin's face, bathing in the white glow of moonlight. 'Oh, I just came out here to admire the night scenery, and I was hoping I'd bump into you.' He takes a step closer to me, closing the distance, electricity sparks up and I can feel the attraction between us. 'We don't have to hide anymore.' Colin whispers, trying to temp me into a world where we can be together without the fear of anyone finding out about our romantic engagements. Oh how inviting it sounds, to love without fear. An image of my frail father pops back into my head, he needs me more than anything. 'Colin.' I say, a single tear falling down my translucently pale face. 'I can't do this. I have to stay here. We can never be together, I need to stay with my father, he needs me.' Before I feel my heart shatter into a thousand fragments, I wrench myself out of his strong arms and rush back into the house and up to my room, the only place where I feel safe. It is the last thing I want to do. Almost robotically, I brush my hair, wash my face, get into bed, close my eyes and fall into a troubled, light sleep, dominated by thoughts of Colin and my father. My sister coming to stay will only make these already disturbed nights even worse, she will turn my bad dreams into nightmares.
That's that! I know the paragraphing isn't great but I hope you liked it anyway!
Big love,
A xo
Monday, August 15, 2016
My Bath and Body Works collection!
Hello! How are you today? I'm feeling a little better (it's still April when I'm writing this and so I still have tonsillitis) and hopefully I'll be 100% better soon! Anyway, today I have a Bath and Body Works collection, because I really wanted to do one of these. Just a quick disclaimer: I get given about 95% of this stuff for birthdays and Christmases by family and friends, and I am not trying to brag or boast in any way, shape or form. I have accumulated TONS of stuff over the past few years, because everyone knows I like Bath & Body Works so people always give me stuff from there. Also, I have had a little 'sort out' of my collection and so unopened hand sanitizers and body lotions have gone in my 'gifting bag' which is a little bag that I keep stuff in that I want to give to friends/family as presents. Now, without further ado, I will get on with it!
The first thing I have, which was a Christmas present from my parents, is the three wick Twisted Peppermint candle, I was so so close to buying the small version of this myself in the after-Christmas hugeeeeee sales where everything is so cheap, but instead I got it and I was so happy, it's burning right now and I just love it so much. It smells really pepperminty and is so lovely.
Next, I have two soaps, and I'm contemplating putting the White Pear and Fig one in the gifting bag, just because I'm not 100% sure if I really like the smell, even though I bought it myself so I must've really liked it at the time. The Japanese cherry blossom soap has lasted me so long, it was part of a gift set that I got for Christmas, and so I put it in my bathroom on Christmas day and it's still got soap in today, just over four months later, on the 27th of April. The Japanese cherry blossom range smells so so good, I would definitely recommend getting some of it if you're ever in Bath and Body Works and don't know what to get.
Next up is some shower gels, none of which I actually bought, the Japanese Cherry blossom one was a Christmas present, and the rest were birthday presents this year, all except for the lemon pomegranate were parts of sets, and they all smell so lovely, I use them in the bath/shower everyday.
Next I have a candle, which is the Lavender vanilla candle and oh my god, the candle smells so so so good, we have a bigger version in the kitchen which hasn't been burnt yet, it's my mums. This candle smells absolutely amazing, like I cannot stress how nice it is. It's not too over powering and it's not too faint a smell. It's even burning, which I love and it's honestly such an amazing candle. Sophie, my best friend in my old school (which I may be moving back to for September, I don't know yet, I have to decide) gave me this candle for my birthday, along with two others (which you will see very soon).
Next I have a body cream, and it is the Japanese cherry blossom ultra Shea 24 hour cream. I use to put this on my legs for school (weird ikr) and they would be so soft all day, and in form time at the end of the day we use to have smooth leg competitions, which was so odd, but we'd all see wo had the smoothest legs. Anyway, aside from the weirdness, that is what we used to do and my legs always used to be really soft when I used this. Oh, and this was in the Japanese chrry blossom set that I got for Christmas, if you were wondering.
Next I have my full sized body mists, I have six, all of which were presents, I chose the Cosy Sunday Morning one and the Midnight pomegranate came free with it. I'm actually thinking of putting the Midnight pomegranate one in the gifting bag because I'm not sure I want to keep it. But they all smell really nice, the Oahu coconut sunset, pink chiffon and Japanese cherry blossom ones aren't scents I would usually go for, so I haven't used them that many times, but I still like them.
Pre warning: the background changes now because I accidently turned the shower on in the bath where I was taking the pictures, so I had to improvise.
So now I have body lotions, and all of these were presents, apart from the Wrapped in comfort one, which I got free in Bath and Body Works with the body mist (I think so anyway) and it smells so good. I also have a Beautiful day one, which I meant to give to a friend for her birthday, because I got two body lotions that day because one came free with the other, but in the end I gave her the one that I liked and it was a sad day. So now the Beautiful day one is in the gifting bag, along with a beautiful day hand sanitizer. Out of all the body lotions, my favourite would have to be frosted wonderland or wrapped in comfort, they just smell absolutely incredible. I think that frosted wonderland was a limited Christmas scent, I don't know if it's going to be back this year, and I don't know if wrapped in comfort is going to become a like 'staple' scent so it's always in stock, at the moment it's limited edition (so I believe).
Next I have Christmassy things, so these are the rest of my Christmas candles and all of the Christmas hand sanitizers (all of which I bought). The candles were Christmas presents, I got the Evergreen one in January, but it was supposed to be a Christmas present, and Sophie got me the Winter Candy Apple one.
Next I have more candles, all of which were birthday presents from friends, and they all smell so so good, even though I haven't burnt the two little ones yet.
The first thing I have, which was a Christmas present from my parents, is the three wick Twisted Peppermint candle, I was so so close to buying the small version of this myself in the after-Christmas hugeeeeee sales where everything is so cheap, but instead I got it and I was so happy, it's burning right now and I just love it so much. It smells really pepperminty and is so lovely.
Next I have two hand sanitizers, which live on my dressing table in front of my little mirror (they hide the blue tack that I have to use to keep the mirror from falling down) and my dad got me these in the sales after Christmas, they were equivalent to about 25p each and I really love them, they're more for display but still.
Moving on, next I have two nourishing hand creams, one of which I paid for (the second item so far, whoo) and I planned on giving it to my aunt but then I started using it and so that was the end of that. Then my friend Jamila got me the Iced Blackberries one for my birthday this year, and the thing I like most about them is that they're such a good size for travelling, my favourite ever hand cream, which is the Soap & Glory hand food one is in such a big bottle thing that it's kind of awkward to carry around, whereas these would fit perfectly in your handbag. I used to take the Vanilla bean noel one into school (which I paid for) and then one of the girls in my year decided it would be funny to be really mean, so not only did she eat both my cheese puffs and my brownie that day, and then cover my locker key in chewing gum, she decided to start squiring hand cream everywhere which I was so cross about. Anyway, I'm done ranting.
Before I move on, I just want to apologise for the absolutely awful camera quality, my camera doesn't have any storage and I can't find a new memory stick that fits my camera anywhere, the camera on my iPod has just completely broken, my phone is out of storage and my iPad is out of storage, so I had to use my mum's iPad (which was mine first but that's a different story). Anyway, the next thing on my list is a set that my friend in year 7, Kate, got me for my birthday (I think she got me it for my birthday anyway?) and it's just the miniature golden magnolia sun set, with the little body lotion and the little body mist/perfume. These are so good because they're travel size, and they fit in your PE bag so after PE you can spritz yourself (though I don't use that body mist in school, I use a different one). I take these on holiday every year and to be honest they're just the best size ever.
So now I have body lotions, and all of these were presents, apart from the Wrapped in comfort one, which I got free in Bath and Body Works with the body mist (I think so anyway) and it smells so good. I also have a Beautiful day one, which I meant to give to a friend for her birthday, because I got two body lotions that day because one came free with the other, but in the end I gave her the one that I liked and it was a sad day. So now the Beautiful day one is in the gifting bag, along with a beautiful day hand sanitizer. Out of all the body lotions, my favourite would have to be frosted wonderland or wrapped in comfort, they just smell absolutely incredible. I think that frosted wonderland was a limited Christmas scent, I don't know if it's going to be back this year, and I don't know if wrapped in comfort is going to become a like 'staple' scent so it's always in stock, at the moment it's limited edition (so I believe).
Now I have the rest of my hand sanitizer collection, six of which I bought myself, one I took from the drama room in school and one my friend Bella got me for our secret santa in form.
Now I have a room spray, this is one of the first things I ever got from Bath and Body Works and I still really like it, three years later. It smells really fresh and nice and I just really like it.
The very last thing is another hand sanitizer that I keep in my pencil case for school, it smells so nice but its almost empty, which is really sad.
That is everything! I hope you liked this and I will see you soon with another post!
Byeee x
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Ascend: book three of the Trylle series review
Well aware it's been almost a month since the book two review went up, but it was hard to find a day to fit this into, as there's so many scheduled posts.
Hi btw!
If you remember from the book two review, I said there was 24 hours and 4 minutes until I fly, but now there is only 23 hours and 49 minutes until I fly, yayyyyy. Crazy thing is, when this post goes up, I'll already have done 4 flights out of the six I have to do.
Ok gonna get on with the review.
So in Ascend, stuff happens. Like a lot of stuff. Remember Tove? Yeah, well Wendy and him get married, she discovers he's gay and cheats on him with Loki. Elora? Yeah, well she reveals that she's going to die as she's getting weaker and weaker when she looses her powers. Obviously, it's really sad because the readers have grown to like her, and it also means that the Vittra king can attack the Trylle and Wendy will be queen. Oh, and in case you missed it, the Vittra King is also Wendy's dad. And then, Willa and Matt get together, and in the end, the Vittra and the Trylle go to war. Oh, and amongst all of this, Tove and Wendy divorce, Wendy and Loki get serious and the chancellor is killed.
I don't want to give much away, which is why my reviews aren't great, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway and I'll see you in a couple of days with another post!
Byeeee
A x
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Photography series: United Kingdom ✮
Hey! The plan today is to do photography series for the UK because I have some pretty lovely photos of things in the UK that I want to share with you!
That's all for now!
Byeee x
Byeee x
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