The Writer’s Ink Challenge

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Hey guys! I was nominated by the amazing Saanvi @ One Notebook,One Pen And Me for The Writing Ink Challenge. So thanks so much to her!

I am really excited to do this as writing is my main passion in life. As a writer I extremely dislike clichés (anyone else?), but I can honestly say that writing is one thing I couldn’t live without. It is my way of expressing myself and being myself and I can’t imagine not being able to dig into my bank of inspiration and imagination and then into my vocabulary to find the right words to tell a story.

Now, onto the rules:

  • Thank the writer who nominated you (that’s you Saanvi, so much appreciation. It means the world!)
  • Answer the amazing writing-related questions. Cannot wait!
  • Nominate at least five writers/bloggers to do the tag. Warning: I know too many awesome people who would eagerly accept this challenge to nominate only five.

The Questions

When did you first start writing?

In all the photos of me growing up from a baby to a toddler to a kid to the thirteen year old I am now, you can never see my face. Why? Simply because it’s always stuck in a book. My love of words has fuelled my desire to write and I have been writing since I can remember. 

Have you always been interested in writing?

Yes, I have many other interests, but writing is the most important to me. Without it I don’t know what sort of person I’d be, it is so much a part of my personality, it fuels my confidence and it allows me to grow and be myself whilst doing something that feels like magic to me.

Why do you like writing?

My mind is filled with beautiful ideas, with characters good and evil and intriguing. My life is a story, a memory, an echo. I have to let it out onto paper or it will swallow me into its depths. No, I am its master, I will create it and then I will control it, not become a part of it. It is a part of me. 

I hope that makes sense for it is the reason writing is personally incredible for me. I also love it because it means I can share and connect with others, transport them into my world for a fleeting moment. Make them feel how I feel through the character. Show them things perhaps they never saw before.

What genre do you write in?

I think my style is quite unique. I enjoy to weave stories with a lot of emotion. I would say I mainly write realistic, yet creative fiction with poetry mixed in when I feel like it! 

Do you write poetry?

Yup! I love how something so short can be so powerful. I actually started my own campaign combining poetry with changing the world. I’m still looking for new participants so click here to find out more.

Have you ever written a story with a friend?

No, sadly not. I find the idea quite strange actually, it would certainly be a challenge. Has anyone else ever done this? 

How do you write your stories? First tense or second? Past tense or present?

I try to think of what will suit the piece, what will enhance it. I often write in the present tense, it is my go to form. Most of the time I just write what’s in my mind and see where it leads me. Someone once told me never to change tense during a piece of writing. Top tip there! 

Where do you see yourself writing-related in one month? One year? Ten years?

In one month I hope that I will have experienced many more things to write about and add to my ever-lasting bank of ideas. I hope to share many more with you all on this blog too!

In a year, I want to have met many other writers who I will be able to continue my wordy journey with. We’ll advise and support each other and exchange ideas and experiences.

Ten years is a long time to look ahead, but I know I’ll still be writing. Write on forever!!! 

Right, that’s done! Now for my nominees:

Rainbow Girl @ The Fabulous Rainbow Blog

Aqsa @ Aqsa Says What?

Little Helper @ Thoughts In Life

Elsie L.M.C

Emma @ Book Emma

Sumzoe @ The Unshackled Thoughts Of A Dreamer

Mintie Freshie

Adoma @ Girl From Ghana

Grace @ From The Tip Of Grace’s Pen

Grace @ The Girl Upstairs

Mirra @ A Young Writer’s Dream

Okay, I hope all of you guys are able to do the challenge and enjoy it! I also want to remind all you fellow writers of my writing competition that you have until May 1st to enter! Please, please, please submit a piece! I can’t wait to reveal the winners, but first I need more entries from you, wonderful writerly bloggers! Click here now to read more and submit your entry.

Goodbye for now and looking forward to reading all your posts!

Gracie

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White Helmets Of Hope

Hey Guys! Today I’d like to share with you all a story about hope, war, conflict, unity and light shining in the darkness.

But before I do that, I’m taking the opportunity to remind you of my writing competition that I just launched! You have until the 1st May to enter. So far I have received a couple of entries so far and they’re all pretty awesome, I’ve taken great pleasure in reading them and I’d LOVE to be able to enjoy some more. So please, click here: Exciting News + A Writing Competition to find out more and submit your piece of writing.

Now, a couple of months ago I watched an emotional and incredible documentary about the situation in Syria. It was called The White Helmets and it inspired this story.

White Helmets Of Hope by Gracie Chick

My city is crumbling, my home is being slowly destroyed. Bomb by bomb, brick by brick, wall by wall collapses, spilling rubble over the road and filling the air with dust.

Time is running out for us, for Syria. If we cannot resolve this conflict then all will be lost forever. It breaks my heart to see the people dying in the streets, to hear the screams from my neighbours and the blasts from the explosions that rain down on our country day and night. To see the fear in the faces of my own children as they clutch my hand makes me, a grown man, cry. And what makes me angry is how, as the days go by, the fear is almost gone. They’ve grown so accustomed to the feeling of terror that is has disappeared.

This isn’t the life I want for them, but what I do want is so far away from this hell we have been forced to live in. There is one consolation in these times of darkness and that is that we are all in this together. We, the people of Syria, are all caught in a powerful war that we do not even understand. So we try to make change.

Some of us are Muslim and others are Christian, we all believe in different things, but we all believe in peace. So we put aside our differences and we work together for the good of our nation and our people. We are the White Helmets.

Every day we risk our lives to rescue people from dangerous areas, we head to where there has been a bombing and we try our absolute best to preserve the lives of every single man, woman or child in need. In the White Helmets we have a motto which says “To save one life, you save the whole of humanity.”

And it is true. Every life we save is a blow against evil and against war. Every life is part of the fight. 

By Gracie Chick ❤️

I would really recommend the documentary, which can be found on Netflix and is all about the work of the White Helmets. Just to warn you, a lot of the footage is fairly graphic.

What did you think of the story? Are you going to watch the film? Will you enter my competition? Please? Let me know your thoughts with a comment below. Thanks so much! 

See ya later…..

Gracie

Exciting News + A Writing Competition

Hey guys! What could be better? I’ve just won a writing competition and now I’m launching my own for y’all to enter! Emma from BookEmma recently did a little contest over on her awesome blog and I entered. She chose me as one of her three winners and I am really honoured. Thanks Emma!

As most of you probably know, I am crazy about writing. It’s on my mind all the time and it has such a hugely positive influence on who I am and my hopes and dreams for the future.

Writing goes hand in hand with reading, anything wordy and you’ve got my attention! I love to read and what I’d love more than anything is to read other young bloggers writings. That’s why I have decided to launch my very own writing competition, inspired by the lovely Emma, of course.

First I’d like to share my winning piece with you, I hope you enjoy it. At the bottom you will find a contact form to submit your entry through. From experience, I know that if you are reading this on WordPress reader or in your feed the form may not show up. So please click ‘visit site’. Thanks!

But, without further ado, I give you:

The Busker by Gracie Chick ❤️

The white page stares out at me, the lines to write upon run just like prison bars across it. Trapping in my words, holding in my emotion. I cry out, but my voice just chokes and I realise that I too am confined to silence just like the ghostly page. The tears glint in my eyes and I know that the reflection in them will be that of the view through my window.

Rain falls at an angle and collects in puddles on the road and pavement. The sky is neither stormy nor still, just……grey. The houses that line the street drip water from their leaking gutters and the windows with shattered glass seem to look out at the scene in a depressed manner, their eyelids drooping. One single leaf clings to a twig on the big, black tree that grows on a patch of dying grass, Then it falls, spiralling down to the ground.

I step out into the street, wrapping my shiny, black waterproof coat around me. My shield, not just from the weather, but from the people, the strangers. I don’t want them to see who I am inside. I am a writer, I feed off of the crazy inspiration that wells up inside me, demanding to be pinned onto paper. So when I can’t write,  I don’t know who I am. I feel like a sort of spirit of a past writer, who wanders with all purpose lost. Who seeks a new identity.

I round a corner and lean against the dirty concrete wall, glad of the shelter. I keep looking down at the floor and suddenly another pair of shoes comes into my view. They are old, worn brown boots, laces tied with messy bows and blue striped socks. I raise my gaze up a little, over purple corduroy trousers, a huge baggy red jumper, a torn white scarf and finally a friendly, bearded face. The man has a set of twinkling blue eyes and a slightly crooked nose, his beard is rusty orange and his mouth curves into a sort of wry smile. He nods at me and takes off a small case that was slung over his shoulder.

Carefully, with the love of a father to his child, he takes out an instrument, a ukulele. He lays the polished yet wrinkled case out on the ground and begins to tune it, plucking finely at the strings. I watch, hardly daring to lift my eyes above his hands, wanting to look at his face, but not having the guts.

He stops and looks at me from out of the corner of his eye. I look down immediately and hear him chuckle quietly. I think about moving on, but somewhere in my heart I like him, I like his company and I wonder if he likes mine.

Then he begins to play and I can’t believe I ever considered leaving. Some of his songs are woeful and some are cheerful. He rouses my heart and lets it drop. I recognise none of the songs, I guess they must be his own. I sit there for hours, silently listening. I think I know him the best I’ve known any other person in my life. I know how he struggles, how he finds hope, how he spreads light to others and how his music is his best friend, how he loved a girl and let her go.  And we’ve never even spoken.

It’s dark and he finally lets his fingers rest on the strings. I can hardly see him, except for the smouldering end of his cigarette in the city dusk. I think he’s finished and I start to get to my feet. “Wait!” he calls softly. I spin round in surprise. “This one is for you.”

And he plays the most beautiful tune I have ever heard, no singing, just a slow, steady rhythm that rings out through the night, accompanied by a gentle drone of traffic in the distance. As I walk away, I hope he doesn’t see the tears streaming down my cheeks.

I am suddenly overcome by a fierce wave of determination. I will tell his story, weave it with my own in a spider’s web of words. It’s the least I can do for him.  I kneel down in the middle of the street and raise my eyes to the blackness of the sky beyond the city lights. “Thank you.” I whisper. I have been saved by The Busker.

Da da da! The End!

I have decided that the closing date shall be in two weeks and that is, *calculates* 1st May!! Perfecto! Please do enter, can’t wait to read all your writings!

Note that there are no strict rules or regulations. You can write poetry or a short story (preferably max 750 words, but if you just have to add that last sentence, I may just allow you). There’s no age limit either and you don’t have to be a blogger.

Anyways, looking forward to hearing from you all soon. What did you think of ‘The Busker’?

Bye for now,

Gracie ✌️

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Trust 💓

Hello there! Today’s plan: Family walk. Well, before I left I made the mistake of grabbing my notepad and pencil and now I’m afraid I don’t remember any of the actual walk. I do have what I hope is an awesome poem to share with you guys, though!

Trust

I know that when I’m lonely, you’ll always hold my hand,
And I know that if I tell you, you’ll always understand.

I know I disappoint you and that we disagree,
But I also know I trust you and that you trust me.

You know I’ll never leave you, I’ll never be gone,
Even though you’re far from perfect and you’re quite often wrong.

I know that when I’m happy, you’ll always share my joy.
And that when I tease you, you’ll never get annoyed.

Did I ever tell you how much you inspire me?
With every single breath you breathe.

Sometimes I think you look into my head,
To see what’s going on in there.
‘Cause you always seem to know what’s best for me.

By Gracie

Now, we also have a new addition to the ongoing anthology! My good blogging friend, Aqsa, has something she wanted to contribute. Yay!!!

Here is the link to her story:

Click here to read it!

Did you like my poem? What did you think of Aqsa’s honest and beautiful story? Let me know all your thoughts by leaving me one of your heartfelt comments below! Thank you, thank you, thank you! 

Bye….

Gracie

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The Anthology Continues: Prepare To Be Inspired And Captivated By The Power Of Stories

Hiya guys!😃

I’m back with the third part of the anthology I’m writing. I kicked off with two of my own experiences, ‘The Gift’ and ‘That Time I Stood Up For What I Believed’. You can read them here and here. I also asked you all to share your life-defining moments with me too, to add to the anthology I wanted to create. In ‘The Gift’, I presented two beautifully written and absolutely inspirational experiences that people had sent me.

Today I am extremely​ pleased to say that I have two more to give you!

I’ll start off with one from my own Nan, as some of you will probably have noticed, she comments on every single post I make, sharing her wise words and everlasting support. Thanks Nan! Here is her story, I will just explain it a little just so it makes sense to those of you who don’t know the circumstances.

My Uncle Andy, Nan’s son,  died a few months before I was born. He was a climber and tragically his passion cost him his life, though he lost it being brave and  trying to save someone else. His ashes are scattered at the summit of Great Gable, a mountain in the Lake District, UK. Although I never met him, I miss him because the people close to me do.

Now onto Nan’s story.

When I lost your Uncle Andrew I wanted to see the top of the mountain where he was. So with all the family I set out as a sponsored climb for mountain rescue. I was 62 years old at the time. The weather was terrible that day, wind and rain. Gracie, your Dad said to me “You don’t have to do this Mum.” I replied: “Yes, I do.”. A lot of people were egging me on and although it was the toughest thing I have ever done I was determined to reach the top. I raised a lot of money for mountain rescue to help other people. Which says to me that if you want to do something in life and have the inner strength and determination you can conquer all.

Isn’t this just incredible?

Now for one from the lovely Adoma, who blogs at https://girlfromghana.wordpress.com

Her story is quite long and I can’t figure out how to copy and paste on this phone that I’m having to use as it’s the only thing I can fit in Mo. I’m having several frustrating technical difficulties currently.  So sorry Adoma and everyone reading this, I’m just giving you the link.

Adoma wanted to share an emotional and difficult experience for her and I’m honoured that she’s allowing me to post the link here: https://girlfromghana.wordpress.com/2017/04/08/what-the-june-3rd-disaster-taught-me/

Please do go read it and leave her a comment. It would be much appreciated by us both!

I hope that you enjoyed this post and that you were inspired and captivated by the stories you’ve just read. I’d love you to send me your thoughts, always love hearing from you all!

Bye for now,

Gracie.

 

 

 

 

The Adventures Have Begun……!

Heya guys! Two days ago we set off in Mo to begin our journey and we’ve had an amazing time so far. I will still be posting on A Light In The Darkness​, but we have also created a family blog, Almost Round The Bend, which we will be documenting our travels on and connecting with people we meet along the way through.

I promised to share the link with you all, as some of you seemed to be very interested in all of our crazy adventures. Well, follow us if you want a bumpy ride! Type this address in to find us: almostroundthebend.wordpress.com

P.S I may not be able to be so active in the blogging world as I have very limited internet access and I’m also going to be out enjoying the experiences that life on the road grants me!

Bye for now,

Gracie

 

 

The Blogger On The Road…..

Hello there people! In two days I will be known throughout the blogosphere as ‘the blogger on the road’. Think of me on Saturday, climbing into my family’s tiny camper van, Mo, and driving off into the unknown. Never to be seen again.

Some of you may have read this post here, Into The Sunset: My Purpose In Life And My Dreams For The Future. It was all about my family’s decision to leave everything behind and set off to live a different life. I want to take this opportunity to thank you all for reading it and putting up with pages and pages of my rambling about hopes and ambitions and struggles. You guys are amazing. Thanks for all the beautiful, honest and heartfelt responses I received too, I appreciate it immensely.

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I cannot wait to venture out into the world and discover it for myself, I’ve read so many books and now I want to get out there and experience things for myself. I’ll keep you guys updated on all my crazy adventures as I go, I promise! Our new family blog, Almost Round The Bend, is under construction and will be up for you all to follow soon. I will post the link on here as soon as I get the chance.

Goodbye for now and please leave me a comment!

Gracie 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤

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The Gift: My Second Story + The Exciting Start Of An Anthology

Hello there people! As promised, here is the second of my life-changing experiences that I said I wanted to share with you all. If you haven’t read my first post of this series, That Time I Stood Up For What I believed In,  please click here.

I am also still looking for bloggers who are willing to step forward and share their own stories with the world, by contributing to my anthology. All you have to do is comment below, leaving your experience and I’ll put it in a post with some other people’s, to represent a diverse array of positive and negative experiences that made us who we are today.  I have a few participators at the moment, some who’ve given their stories, others who’re still writing them. It would be great to have many more though.

So without further ado, I present:

The Gift by Gracie Chick (ME!!!)

I stand pressed against the wall, I can smell the chlorine from the pool and I’m gazing down at its green-blue depths through the glass of the viewing area window.  I am surrounded by jostling, noisy kids with wet hair, just come up from swimming classes. My own ponytail is dripping down my back uncomfortably. 

Usually I would be joining in the conversation, laughing and joking with my friends, but today is different. Today is so much different.

Bittersweet feelings are flooding my body and my mind, they are intensified as a familiar face emerges from the crowd. She looks at me sadly, and then just walks up and pulls me into a hug, I hug back, my eyes pricking with tears. 

I’ve only lived here seven months, but great and strong relationships can be formed in that time. And it’s often when you go to leave them, you realise what amazing friends they’ve been. 

Her Mum calls her name and she glances over her shoulder. 

“Gotta go.” There’s a moment of sad serenity as we say goodbye. 

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Another friend comes and stands by my side and together we watch her run out of the door and down the street, away from the leisure centre. “Hug?” my friend asks. “Yeah.” I hug her too, it seems that’s all I’ve done this morning. “Thank you for everything.” I say “For making us feel so welcome, for being so kind and thoughtful, for teaching us so many new things, for becoming such a great friend.” 

She smiles and thanks me too. “I’ve got something for you guys. I gave it to your Mum.” She says and then she has to leave too. I wave to her with a brave face, but inside I’m welling up with sadness. 

Back at the place that we wouldn’t be calling home for much longer, I suddenly thought of my friend’s words about the gifts she’d left us. Me and my siblings opened the packages that had been given to us by my friend’s family, people who had taught us so much. They had welcomed us into their own house, shared all their skills and passions with us and showed us true hospitality and kindness. 

They had already given so much. I opened the envelope addressed to me first and I started to read the letter inside. It was from the eldest daughter, my friend and teacher, thanking me for listening, learning and showing her so many new things. Then she began to tell me about the gift she had given me. 

 

 She had bestowed upon me the most precious thing she owned. I would prefer not to say what, because it is quite personal, but it was the meaning and the sentiment with which it was given that really touched my heart. 

Reading her honest, heartfelt words made the emotion that already filled my body spill out in the form of tears.

I could not believe that she had valued me so much as to give me the most meaningful thing in her life. In her beautiful letter she explained that it was ‘ the most precious thing that God granted me to have and I am thankful to have it.  “I have thought many times before about giving it to you, so now is a good opportunity”. 

I felt this great and overwhelming emotion, a mix of honour, sadness, joy and strength. I could the bond of our friendship getting tighter, not weaker, as we had said goodbye. I had the feeling that this relationship would just get stronger and grow as time went on.

So there you have it, my second experience, The Gift. For someone to give me the most valuable thing in their life, as a symbol of our friendship, showed me how important relationships really are. I made up my mind to treasure this gift and keep it always.

I hope you enjoyed reading it and now it’s your turn. Please send me an experience to include in my anthology, which will be spread out over several posts, so I can learn something from you.

I’ve decided to share the two experiences that I have received in this post today! Starting with one from the amazing Thoughts In Life.

Honestly, what I have learnt from a personal experience is to not allow others to change you. I was influenced when I was younger by a person very close to me and I became a person that today I cannot recognise. I became distant from the people I love, my attitude became unbearable, I changed for the bad. But after a while I realized this wasn’t who I was. I started changing my life around, and started being myself. No matter who you meet in life don’t allow them to control you or turn you into a person you are not.

And now for one from my Auntie Melissa, one of my most loyal readers.

I vividly remember when I was about 9 being in the school playground with my friend who was being bullied. We could’ve cowered in a corner and continued to be scared, instead we stood together and passively defied the bullies. We wouldn’t fight or call them names back, but together we refused to be afraid and do you know, they went away and left us alone after that.

I learnt that you just have to be true to yourself and your beliefs and in this case, for me, it is to ‘treat others as you would like to be treated yourself’. In a kind and caring way. I still practise this as much as I can today and in my current work very much believe that if I want change, then I have to make it happen in my life before I can help and advise others to do the same. How can I ask someone to change something that I myself will not consider?

What did you think of all three stories? Please don’t hesitate to send me one yourself, it doesn’t have to be super long and detailed or a major experience, it can just be a little memory you have that always sticks with you and that you learned a lesson from. It can be short and brief, but powerful, like the ones above. 

Thanks y’all and bye for now..

Gracie 🙂 🙂 🙂

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The Sunshine Blogger Award: Filled With Light

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When someone says The Sunshine Blogger Award, what words spring to mind? For me it’s Light. Hope. Happiness. Laughter. Fun. I want this blog to be filled with all of those things and I hope that I already create a sense of some of them here on A Light In The Darkness.

So I want to begin by saying a big thank you to the wonderful May for nominating me for this award and giving me the opportunity to share with you one of my passions besides writing and trying to change the world: Books!

So let’s start with the rules:

  • Thank the person/persons that nominated you and link back to their blog.
  • Answer the 11 questions your nominator has given you.
  • Nominate 11 other people and give them 11 new questions to answer.
  • List the rules and display the award.

If you could be an author, who would you be?

Probably Sita Brahmachari, not only does she pen the most incredible books about subjects like grief, war, bullying, friendship, poverty and love, she is also a full-time campaigner for Amnesty International, a human rights organisation. She works with refugees and allows them how to express themselves through writing. She blogs at this blog here. She is an extremely down-to-earth and inspirational person and I’d love to be like her. To read my book review of three of Sita’s books, click here.

If I could be another author, it would be Michael Morpurgo, he writes with such strong feeling and emotion about real things that happen in the world. He is a master storyteller and he really wants to make a difference. The way he gets inspiration for his books is amazing, it’s all through experiences he has and chance conversations with random people. He inspires me a lot.

What book(s) do you wish you wrote?

Moon Bear by Gill Lewis, the story line is so complex and touching. A girl sacrifices her life for the sake of doing the right thing. The author creates beautiful characters that you feel so connected with. The dialog is convincing and realistic (something I struggle with when writing my own novels). Her art of describing is also incredible. I highly recommend it.

The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdshall. The main reason I wish I wrote this book is the way the author is so clever with the characters. It is a sort of modern version of Little Women, following the crazy lives of four sisters, but Jeanne makes it totally her own. She manages to keep up the unique personalities of each sister throughout the whole series.

Here are each of their profiles, starting with the oldest, I thought you might find it fun to read:

Rosalind: The responsible and sensible, kind and caring eldest sister. She is practical and loves to bake, but can sometimes be taken to romantic notions! She is looked up to by all her younger siblings. 

Sky: Stubborn, smart and out-spoken Sky is the second Penderwick sister. She wants to be an astrophysicist when she grows up and believes in science and fact. She finds her sisters extremely annoying, but is never afraid to be brave and stand up for them in an emergency. 

Jane: Jane is the crazy, dreamy third sister who spends each and every moment of her day with her head stuck in one of her books. She hopes to become an author one day and practices writing poetry and stories all the time. She has a habit of using long words.

Batty: Her name is short for Elizabeth, she’s named after her late Mother. She is quiet and sensitive and loves to try and help others. She also seems to understand animals in a way none of her sisters can. 

How fast of a reader are you?

Um, very very fast. I literally DEVOUR books! I read the average book in two days.

Which book character would you totally want to meet, but fear might kill you?

The fearsome Nancy Blackett from Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransome. She is my absolute idol. I have walked around in a red bobble hat and black cowboy boots since I first read the book aged about seven. I want to meet her and be her so much!  She is a young female pirate, who resides over Lake Coniston in The Lake district, UK.  She’s captain of a boat called Amazon whom she sails with her sister, Peggy. They live off grog (ginger beer) and great hunks of fruitcake.  It’s just good old-fashioned adventure and some of it is actually quite exciting.

What books have you cried over (if any)?

The Child’s Elephant by Rachel Campbell-Johnston. It is quite a serious book about child soldiers in Rwanda and it really shocked me. I had no idea that this sort of thing went on in the world and I found it deeply moving. To read my book review that I wrote two years ago click here.

What do you do besides reading?

Well, obviously writing. And blogging. I really enjoy to swim too. I am a total water baby and rejoice in the freedom that being in the water grants me. Out of the pool, I am not agile at all, so it’s liberating for me. I also love baking and creating new recipes to share with my family and friends. I am learning about foraging, wild food and herbal medicine too, I find that so interesting. My other hobbies include skiing, sailing and hanging out with friends.

How would you react if all the books suddenly disappeared from the world?

I cannot possibly imagine that and I’d rather not, if you don’t mind. Ha ha!

Book-to-movie adaptations: Like or hate?

It depends. I guess some are great and others aren’t. I don’t like it when they change the story too much,

What book have you been dying to read, but haven’t gotten the chance to?

One by Sarah Crossan. It’s about conjoined twins who’ve been home educated all their lives and then go to school. I find the concept of being physically joined to your twin incredible and being home schooled myself, I am curious as to how the author writes about their experiences. It’s also written in poetry form, which I feel would enhance the story.

Would you rather get paid to read books, review books, or blog about books?

The first one and the last one. But, if I had to choose, I would say ‘get paid to read books’ as I’m not the hugest fan of writing book reviews and I could still blog about other things.

WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT ONE OF YOU FAVORITE AUTHORS IS STANDING ACROSS THE STREET FROM YOU WHAT DO YOU DO???

I’M GOING TO WRITE THIS IN CAPS TOO ‘CAUSE IT’S SO EXCITING!!! Okay, I’ll stop now. I would tell myself that now is no time to be shy and that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Then I would walk across the street and say “Excuse me, can I take a picture with you?” If they said yes, which they would because I only like kind authors, I would be posting it on this blog as soon as I had an internet connection! I would ask them a few questions about writing and then thank them profusely before happily skipping away.

Now for my nominees:

Grace: From The Tip Of Grace’s Pen

Aqsa: Aqsa Says What

MintieFreshie

Elsie L.M.C

Thoughts In Life

RubixCube: Singing To The Sea

Tiana: The Book Raven

Rainbow Girl: Born To Be Me

Loren: Blue Eyes, Grey Eyes

Emma: Book Emma

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If I’ve nominated you and you’d rather not do this award, that’s fine! I totally understand. If I haven’t nominated you, please don’t be offended, instead feel free to take part.

My Questions:

What words do you live your life by?

How do you think that you personally can change the world?

What do the words ‘A Light In The Darkness’ mean to you? (How do you interpret them?)

What do you want more than anything else in the world?

Who do you aspire to be like?

What is the story behind your blog name?

What book left you speechless?

Describe one memory that you would never want to lose?

What song could you sing for eternity?

Which blogger in the blogosphere can you relate to the most?

What in life challenges you the most?

Okay, enjoy and let me know how you get on!

Bye for now,

Gracie