Review of The Perks Of Being a Wallflower

Hello everyone! Hope you are all really well!

So, I was thinking this afternoon of what my post today would be and I was at a total loss. Zero inspiration for writing something worth reading about. So then I decided to take a stroll and ended up buying a book. A book called “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky, that I have heard was good and decided to try it out. Read it out most like it.

I arrived home at 7 pm and at around 8 pm I started to read it. Give or take a few minutes for short breaks, I’ve just finished it around 15 minutes ago, that being, 11:42 pm. I know for many things that I’m a fast reader (specially since I mostly skip/read-very-very-very-fast the description bits) but this time I have to admit I devoured the book. No shame in it too.

 Why?

 Because this book is devourable. It creates a world through the eyes of a character who has a unique point of view structured by his own ingenuity and naiveness. He is a child (at his fifteen years of age) who is entering in to the complicated world of young adults by the hand of his best friends, who are a about three years older than him and experience great emotional try outs. It’s a tale of learning about one self and discovering the world, with complex characters and a protagonist who tries to decipher the emotions of the people around him and his own memories as he grows up.

I love this book. It’s refreshing, it’s not a light book, although the way it is written makes it seem so, but as you reflect on what the characters are saying and of the things that are happening you realize this is not an easy read. Things that happen, even if they are told through the naive eyes of Charlie, the main character, are real and striking.

 

This is not a book I would recommend to a thirteen year old for her birthday, even if Emma Watson (Hermione Granger in Harry Potter) and Logan Leerman (Percy Jackson in Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief) are actors teenagers would recognize. I think that a 16-year-old would enjoy it more, since that is the age of Charlie, and from that age up. The book does speak of more mature topics, such as the first time for sex and drug consumption  so if you want to give it as a gift for some teen you may want to read it first. But otherwise, I recommend it.

This book deserves to be read in a quiet afternoon with a nice cup of tea and in an environment that is open for reflection and discussion  Submerge yourself in this book, be part of their world and be friends with those characters, laugh with them, enjoy life as carefreely with them and grow as a person with their ups and downs.

May you enjoy it as I have.

Have fun!

Kika

 

Reflections Thanks to an Antique Fair

 

Hello everyone! Hope you had a very nice weekend.

So, yesterday I went to a antique fair in the city were I’m on holidays. It’s a cool fair, it has many things that we don’t usually see and it sort of brings out a desire to know more about old things in me. I saw stamps being sold very cheaply, but then I saw others that were far too expensive for my very limited knowledge (I should probably say that for a long time I’ve told myself that I should start an stamp collection, but since I haven’t bought a folder were to put them nicely… better not).

With my family we have been many times there. If any Chilean reads this, its the one in Valparaiso, next to the Congress building. If you are not Chilean and you happen to read this, now you know that there is an antique fair that settles next to the Congress building in a city called Valparaiso. (Not to seem like a tourist guide, but if you ever go there, the fair is on Saturdays and Sundays .. and it’s a beautiful city filled with colour and inspires the imagination with it’s many little roads that go up and down the mountains. It’s a city for an adventurer)

Anyway, today I saw a very old cauldron made of copper and my imagination flew. I saw myself in 1850 New Zeeland  as the owner of a wool farm preparing a mean soup there, by the fire, with all the boys that helped me move our sheep from the mountains to our fields, so we can start the wool cutting and collecting process. Or maybe in southern Chile, same time, in a cottage somewhere deep in the countryside with a storm raging outside and a good onion soup on the making, just like my mother does it, a soup to bring the heat back to your veins.

I didn’t buy it, of course, I have no place to put in in my house, but it got me thinking about all the stories that ancient things have. Say the saddle a Spanish conqueror used when America was first discovered… how many things must have seen and heard? Not only wars and blood, but the longing of the men, their hopes and dreams of new life filled with riches and all. I find it extremely interesting to think about their state of mind… would they lie about who they had been? Brag about adventures and ladies they never had? Boys would be boys after all.

But then, maybe I don’t have to go as far as to mention a 400 year old saddle. Maybe there are things all over our own houses that hold many tales, of sorrow and joy, that we may never know.

I have an old family heirloom in my room, given to me by my grandmother. It is a very old little wooden chest with a little drawing at the top. It was my great grandmother’s and funny thing is that the chest has little burn marks in it. I never knew what they were about until my mother explained to me that my great-grandmother loved candle light, and she usually had candles all over the house. More that once she had fought with her husband about it, since he said that those candles were going to burn the house down at some point. It never happened, but now my chest has little burn marks made by those candles and it is a story that I would never forget.

Of course, in an attempt of figuring out their source I imagined the chest being stolen or surviving a great fire. I even made up a very amazing tale of two lovers who couldn’t be together so they used that box as a hiding place for their love letters that only they could find, and when one of them betrayed their love and got married, the other tired to burn the box but changed his mind. It never happened, luckily, but it could have made a very cool story.

So, that all for my reflections for the moment.

Take care everyone!!

Kika

 

Thoughts about making bread

Hello everyone!

First of all, I would like to say: Happy 150th birthday to the London Underground! It’s silly, I know, but I found it impressive none the less. 150 years, can you imagine? I’ve use

d that underground many times, and there are many stations that I would have no doubt that at certain point trains that moved thanks to coal went through there. It makes me dizzy to think of the smoke and the smell (those stations were not exactly well ventilated).

Now, to the topic at hand. In a inspired moment I asked the lady who cleans in my house (I’m not sure the proper name in english) if she could teach me how to make bread. But why? You may ask and I will tell you. Quite honestly… If for some strange twist of fate that I would walk upon a time hole and be sent back to, say, 1600 I think that just by knowing how to make bread I could survive… maybe even sell some (granted, of course, that I’m not burned as a witch for my clothes and speech).

The human race has been making bread just a little while after agriculture was invented. It is a simple thing to do, it keeps t

he hunger at bay and it can be kept edible for a while if you know how to do it properly. Even an oven can be made on the go with mud and sticks (of course, If you know how to do it).

At least in my country (Chile) bread is a very important food. Any person who owns a bakery will always have a line of people ready to buy some and the smell of freshly baked bread can attract even the most strict of dieting people. There are few delights in this world better than the taste of just-out-of-the-oven-bread with butter that melts softly with the warmth.

So, in an attempt of paying homage to our ancestors I learned how to make it. And it was fantastic! 😀 The dough is so much fun to mix and manipulate! Then I had to do circles with it and it took me right back to my childhood when I played with play do, it was awesome. Now, I’m waiting for the timer in my oven to ring so I can check it out.

 

By the way, the whole thing about me falling into a time hole and living in the year 1600 trying not to get burned in the town square just just a joke. Actually it’s thanks to my grandfather that I wanted to learn. He once told my mother (when she was little) that she could never know whether she was going to be poor or rich in life, so she better learn how to cook with one onion. Just one, because you would never know if you could afford to purchase more. Learning how to make bread follows that line of thought, since, well, if the time came when I needed some extra cash I could always sell some.

 

Life has many ups and downs, and I rather be prepared to face the downs with at least a few skills other than the use of facebook and twitter.

Ooops! Time’s up! Be right back!

*About an hour later*

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Uff! That was some good bread! With loads of butter. I’m saying goodbye to my summer figure… but who cares! It’s yummy!

Well, that’s all for today, will see you next time!

Kika