Review: The Night Circus

The Night Circus
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Enchanting. Exquisite. A fairy tale in a circus, one of the best books I’ve read.

I’m in awe that it broke me in a repairing way. The wind blows but the roots kept a tight hold of me. It was entirely magical, an adventure to pursue.

Witty and creative, The Night Circus revolves in the story of two innocent players, Celia and Marco, clearly unaware of the type of game they were playing, enlightened only by bits and pieces of their supposed roles on a challenge that was set before they even had a chance to protest.

Dazzling and extravagant. Heart-melting and tear-jerking, delve into the mysterious night circus together with its patrons and exhibitionists and discover the birth of its existence. Prepare to be hypnotized and grab a tight hold of your scarves, lest they be found in the hands of Celia, or perhaps Marco, handed it to you on your way.

 

I have come to love the story from its first chapter until its last one. I took all the time I could in reading, ever so slowly, but it’s like driving a car with no breaks!

 

I loved every part of the book! Ending it was a pain like a stake through my heart but I was left with no choice! Not finishing would be worse, I believe. An all-time favourite, The Night Circus is an amazing book, one you shouldn’t let your hand slip past when gliding by the bookstore’s shelves!

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An Essay on “The Kite of Stars” By Dean Francis Alfar

Our perception of love is defined in many manners as different people experience it in multiple direction. Everyone manifests this emotion towards something, either from a living or from inanimate objects. Love is expressed in varying heights that it can also be shown involuntarily either through words or actions. It is a universal language that anyone can speak, that does not necessarily require words. Some may say they are heartless, but in reality, they are either convincing themselves that they are or presumably in denial. Love is non-living yet it lives within us. It is a spark of truth that brings delight to some, but pain to others. It is the quietest among all emotions but when noticed, explodes into incalculable fireworks. It can be like the birth of the star, bringing its magnificence with it, or a black hole that will pull you from its core. It is of many things at one instance.

A life lived for love is never wasted. It is the individual’s decision on how to perceive this unpredictable emotion. It takes merely a second to fall in love, as was the case of Maria Isabella, who fell in love at first sight with Lorenzo du Vicenzio, who happened to walk by past her and whose life was saved because of the young lady’s actions. Now, that is love expressed in action. She fell so deeply that she pursued to know his identity. Surely, if you love someone, you would do what you could to earn his or her attention. That you may be regarded. And then you wonder, would he like me, or would he not? These choices have always been paired ever since. It is like a road split into two. One, so deadly and depressing, the other being magical and scintillated. One to break your heart, the other, not so. But for Maria Isabella, to bother with such a question had not passed by her thoughts. Instead, she was determined to build something to grab Lorenzo’s attention. To amaze the person she fell in love with. How? Well, Lorenzo was very much interested in stars and nothing else but those glittering white lights at an immeasurable distance beyond the sky. It was his passion to look at the celestial bodies and Maria Isabella wanted to be a part of that. So she travelled together with a friend who helped her in discovering the identity of this particular person to whom she fell in love with: the butcher’s son. You see, one thing could lead to another all because of love. From watching at a certain distance to putting all efforts, including the spending of a lifetime for a simple thing: recognition. What is it with love that it drives us out of our sanity? The answer lies within each one of us, a different one for each person. And so it was with Maria Isabella. In this journey with the company of the butcher’s son, devotion for that said love of Maria Isabella was depicted. With the assistance of the butcher’s boy, they entered territories that were new to them. Mythical places to challenging mythical creatures. Together, they were able to survive all throughout the sixty years they ventured together in the wild world. They became rich, through learned skills. They faced miseries that brought tragic days for them, yet they had managed to bring themselves back up to the surface. Together, they achieved great things. But alas, the journey was to end as all materials were prepared and put together to make a huge kite to which Maria Isabella will be flying on. When she finally did fly, she felt the delight of being able to fly, of what being up in the sky feels. And she enjoyed it as she drew closer to the skies where the stars remained. She searched for the possibility of the whereabouts of Lorenzo’s presence: a tower. Higher and higher into the sky, her attention was drawn to the new heights. But didn’t we forget someone? The butcher’s boy! Where was he? He was there, watching the gigantic kite zooming out of his vantage point. Away from his reach. Away from Maria Isabella, the girl who had become an old woman. The lady he had always loved. What makes the situation depressing is that, Maria Isabella had never asked his name all those years of being together. She never knew his name. it was another unidirectional love. Unreturned. Unreciprocated. Unrequited. Both characters experienced love, but on different measures. She was filled with bright lights. He was filled with broken shards of glass.

This is what love really is. It does not always go on a reversible direction. But often times, it may. To love is never a waste of time, fulfilled or unfulfilled. It is an endless paradox that will go on. Love does not ever end. It is forever. It is bitter yet sweet. It is many things made of four letters with an impact greater than the bursting of the hottest stars in the universe.

Who Wouldn’t Say No To This European-ish Tour With This Trilogy?

Wishing to visit Europe but don’t have the budget? Well here’s the perfect book for you! All you gotta do is sit on the comfiest chair you could find, relax, buckle up, saddle one of your cats, and enjoy your flight through this trilogy that will tour you to some of the amazing European countries we all want to go to!

Anna and the French Kiss

My Rating: ♥♥♥♥♡

In your first arrival to Paris, you’d meet Anna. As you follow her life steps teetering the streets of “La Ville-Lumière”, you’d see the wonders of this place. Marvel at its romantic atmosphere and drool at the bonds the characters!

 

 

 

 

 

Lola and the Boy Next Door

 

My Rating: ♥♥♥♡♡

Next up, Lola and the Boy Next Door! The book that is showered with glitters and sparkly things, creativity bound in its pages. From Paris, you’ll be sent to San Francisco, where you’ll be meeting Lola Nolan, a girl with an artistic mind. She dresses the way she wants to, which is beyond the normal range of casual outfits, which, by the way, she designs them herself. She’s moved on, too, from her first love, and currently has a boyfriend. It seems to be a life of peace and harmony.

Until they arrived. Until the boy next door came back.

 

isla

 

My Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥

On to the final destination, we go back to Paris with Isla, a petite, shy girl who’s in luuuurveeee with Joshua Wasserstein, a brilliant artist! As a couple, they face a whole bunch of obstacles immeasurable that the love for each other is questioned. So! Which way is the happily ever after? That way, this way, or the Right Way? I hear you pointing at the Right Way. Well, go and take the risk! (P.S.you got a free trip to Barcelona along the way!!!)

 

 

 

I LOVE THESE BOOKS! But I love Isla’s story best. I GOT ALL EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT. It’s calm and soothing and me-ish kind of  story. it’s beauuuutiful!

What struck me most was the character personality in each book. Each story contains a unique character that was paired to another unique character, creating the bestest romantic story eveeer! I love how the family background of each were varying and how the ladies tackled their own journeys.

And it’s not just the adventure and the sweet romance of these people are attractive, but also the content of each story. Loneliness. Family issues. Taking risks. These were faced wholeheartedly by Anna, Lola, and Isla. It’s not every day you see these events unfolding before your eyes.

 

If I Were A Villain

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Image by Atheinne 

 

If I were a villain, then definitely I would be a booknapper. It’s like the best occupation as being a villain in the world! I’d go hide in a bush while waiting for someone with a donkey with bags filled of paperbacks and hardbounds on its back and attack it like a hungry ogre. Screw the cash, grab those things that makes you go places (no, not the donkey) while staying in one corner of the world.

“The Crown” Review (with spoilers!!)

It has been a privilege to be a part of the series (somehow, i feel like it, just standing near these people, watching how their lives would unfold), to be with the royals, from the time of America to Eadlyn’s. The journey was long but it was worth to take!

I was on a book slump when I started reading a book. I have no idea where it came from, it just appeared before me! BUT I certainly did found mt reading spirit, which feels like I’ve been reborn or something like that!

Moving on to the review, in whatsoever ways, I sincerely do not oppose who Eadlyn matched up with because, you know, I SHIP HER WITH ERIIIIKKK!! I love Kile, but I totally ship her with Erik. It’s like a reverse Cinderella story, and I really am interested with that type of stories, no doubt! However, I’d really want to hear more abut Erik’s and Eadlyn’s story!!! (sadly my book does not have the epilogue) I am unsatisfied with how the story ended though. It was… weeeell a little bit of a cliche. It just didn’t feel right! Hence the 4 stars. But i’m fine with it. Just a slight-ish unsatisfactory feel.

Somehow, along the way, I felt like I was crawling in a narrow hole, and it’s just too painful to feel. I don’t know which part of that was, but I felt it somewhere within the pages (I keep a notebook to keep track of my emotions for the book *wink* ). At some point, the book felt so fragile and innocent the moment I hold it whenever I read. It made me feel as if within a few movements of my skin, it’ll shatter into pieces! I once accidentally dropped and it was such a devastating moment that it felt like I just dropped my phone. And that’s a big deal. Like, really, really big deal! It broke my heart so much that I felt like I was going to cry. Literally.

I feared she wouldn’t end up with dearest Eikko, but all went as it was supposed to end~! Love it! One of the few series I have completed, a fantastic book to pass time!

Late Night Thoughts: I don’t know but…

I aspire to be a fairy tale writer. But that seems to be a job less suited for a person like me whose vocabulary is filled with words that are clearly too simple for a story so great to be told around the globe!

Truly it is for those who write so well with flowering words that blooms beautifully from their fingers down to papers and pads until something marvelous takes form and turn into a magnificent, full-of-emotions story.

I am fond of papers and crafts but whenever I touch one, why does it feel like I’ve ruined it before something forms out of it? Certainly, I don’t have King Midas’ genes, don’t I?They seem to shrink away from my grasp as if I would turn them into something horrible and disgusting. Hm. This is nostalgic.

Being another fellow human being, I find it difficult to swim. Of course, I wasn’t born a fish so definitely it’s a total defeat. But then, I love the water so much that I just have to go swimming even if I have to stand on my tiptoes or hold on to the railings! Quite an ironic character I have, don’t I? Until it was time for me to do something about it because I got sick of not being able to swim anywhere!

So I watched how other swimmers do it. I watched and learned.

At this moment, you might be thinking that I learned how to swim because of the skills I copied. Yes, but certainly, that isn’t all. It wasn’t the skills that made me swim well. It was trust. I trusted the water itself the  way I would trust a hanging bridge.

That is the trick to everything in this world. Trust. A five-letter word with a great meaning that can be expressed through a long bond paper.

And so it is with writing, drawing, painting, dancing, singing, and all sorts of “verb-word” hobbies. As for me, and maybe you, trusting the paper and the pencil is a way to be able to write! Let me give you a head start on how a story I am about to write will go:

Once upon a book…

 

p.s.

I’m sorry, I have nothing to do at this late hour. I know I must be sleeping, but I got this tingly feeling on my right leg so I had difficulty with sleeping which led me to write another nonsense of a post! I just miss the blog so much that I have to write a letter to it. Off I go!

Double Exposure Effect

Weeks ago, I was intrigued at how double exposure was edited because it’s simple but really, really beautiful I’m drooling over it… so i researched all over google for it. Here’s an example of it:

 

I watched a video in Youtube, and taught myself the little tricks of this creativity. And voila! Out of video tutorials, I came up with my own double exposure!

Not quite close to perfect, but despite of the little information I had about Photoshop, I was able to put one puzzle piece into another, weaving my way through this intricate process. Often times, I forget the procedure but in a few seconds, I got back to the little tracks I was following. And a job well done it was!

Hoping I could make more of this because I’m really enjoying it a lot! 😀

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