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Don’t you have enough by now?

19 Apr

The simple answer is – NO! One can never have too many books.

Ever since I was a little girl, I loved going through my grandmas books. I studied the authors and titles, looking for special one’s like War and Peace (which I never found even though she told me she had it), memorising their locations and storing the information away for a later day. I knew back then that having a library in a home would be my biggest accomplishment. I guess this is partly why I love buying books so much. I want my own damn library, OKAY?!!

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Yesterday I came across this post on Tumblr and I started to think about which room I could turn into a full-blown library. I didn’t reach a conclusive decision yet but I still have time and need to get more books first. Regardless I wanted to show you what I’ve got so far.

Only Kirsti beat me to it and now I look like a copy-cat. You have my word though that this is a coincidence and she was just faster than me, mkay? Here we go then.

DSC_0014This is the representational side, the nice mostly hardcover books. You’ve got the collected works of Shakespeare, some Russian literature (yes, War and Peace, I got my own copy, thanks for nothing Grandma) on the top left and the paperbacks on the right are crime novels; Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie mostly. Also, most of these books are in German.

DSC_0009Moving on to the other side of the same bookshelf, are the books I treasure most. Some classics and most of my English paperbacks. Yes, that truly is the Twishit-saga, I haven’t gotten rid of it yet, though it’s moving out next time I need more space for real books. I also got a Quran and a Bible, if I’d had read them I could actually become the next Pi Patel but as I haven’t, I’m safe. The Bible was a gift from my uncle and the Quran I got free in a Mosque in Bahrain so why not have it, looked nice and you never know when it might come in handy.

These books are neither sorted by name or author. It’s a very special system, based on publishing house, size, my love for it and the ability to best fit in these compartments. It may not be a logical system, there are at least 4 different compartments housing Jane Austen novels, but it’s my system and I love it.


 Exploiting the little space there was between the wall and chimney, I put these two mini-shelves up to shelter some of the series I read.

The one on the left is mostly occupied with the Eve Dallas Series. I’ve been reading them for close to 10 years now I think and they are my guilty pleasure books although the latest I’ve read tend to lack a little of the stuff that once made me read them in a hurry. Maybe it’s just me growing out of them or the bad translations, I’m not sure. Now that Mom is not there demanding to be able to read them as well I can switch to the Originals though.

Aaaaaand, Thursday Next, of course.

On the right is a series of a local author whose books may not be the most demanding literature but it’s nice to read a novel which is set in your small city.

Below that is the Temperance Brennan series located. I hate that they all have different sizes and designs but I guess I can’t change that.

DSC_0010Concluding this post is my book outlet located in the stairwell. Yes, the shelf is actually that crooked. It was the first IKEA thing I ever put together when I 14 or 15 so please forgive me. I didn’t have a father to teach me how to do such things properly, I had to learn the hard way. Nevertheless these are books I inherited from various people. To my shame, I barely read them but they look nice and I adore old books even though I can hardly read some of them as they are written in Fraktur which takes some practice to get used to.

I hope this wasn’t too boring for y’all. Maybe I can come up with something more substantial next time.


Capturing the Moon

26 Mar

First, let me say a few things about the weather. It’s the end of March and it’s freezing here. It hasn’t snowed recently but when I look out of my window I can still see snow on some meadows. Ugh. I love winter and snow but by now I’m done with this season until December. I want spring so my kin finally gets a break from the cold. The skin of my hands is cracked and no matter how much lotion I put on it, it’s never enough. Also, the wind is blowing really strong making it feel much colder than it actually is.

Nevertheless I needed to try out my new tripod today because there is an effing huge full moon on display only waiting for me to capture it with my camera. Or, attempt to at least. Still figuring out how to properly set the blends and time.

I was not completely satisfied with the result but it’s as best as it will get tonight and I kinda like it so here it comes.


There were also some minor mishaps but the way they looked in my folder after transferring them to the computer looked kind of nice so I made this.


And those are all the crappy non-photography skills I’ll torture you with tonight. I really couldn’t keep myself from sharing though. (My poor hands still haven’t recovered and are cold btw )

My Sanctuary Under The Open Sky

14 Feb

If you expected consistency from me, then I’m sorry to disappoint but things don’t work like that over here. Sure, I will eventually get around to telling you more about Canada but for today’s Travelling Thursday I take you with me to one of the most special places there is – at least for me.

For as long as I can remember, I spent one holiday every year at the North Sea on one of those islands and most times I ended up on Amrum. It’s one of the bigger North Frisian Islands and the happy place I go to in my mind when I need a distraction from reality. My family spent so many vacations there, I know the island very well. I’ve been there for Easter, New Year’s, fall but only once during summer because then it’s overrun by tourists which is just not a pretty sight. I don’t like sharing my little sanctuary with thousands of other people, I prefer the solitude of off seasons.


I love the ocean or really any big space of open water – probably because I grew up around it, water and sand beneath my feet and the ever blowing wind in my hair. The play of high and low tide, water that is always in motion, waves crashing down on the beach. I’ve never felt closer to nature than on a beach with the crashing waves and wind singing their infinite duet. It doesn’t get much better than this because it’s raw and uncensored but still so beautiful.


The number of books I read while being on the beach of that island I cannot even count but it’s what my dreams are made of. Those simpler times, when it was just Mom, me and a book of my choice, together on the beach, forgetting all the troubles around me, reading till my eyes hurt.


I’ve built sandcastles when I was younger or dug holes. Collected sea shells. Had my bare legs assaulted by sand storms. Landed in shallow waters in attempts to jump over puddles and ended with my shoes drenched in salt water. Walked miles on that beach in either direction without a destination just walking for walking’s sake. Cut my feet on broken sea shells.


The sunsets on Amrum are some of the happiest moments stored away in my memory. Usually there are not a lot of people around in the evenings and those that are, are scattered far enough to no bother me much. When it wasn’t cold, I liked to sit on one of the benches that were up a little higher in the dunes. When I closed my eyes, it was like I was the only person on earth. Nature drowning out all noises. Just me and the sea. Winds tugging at my long hair but it’s secured in a ponytail. And then watching the colour of the sky change, seeing its reflection in the wet sand. Breathing in the salty air and I’m never more at peace than in that exact moment.


I long to go back but I’m also dreading it because it will never be the same, knowing that Mom is not waiting back in the hotel room for me. It’s too early to go back to the place that is so filled with memories.


While nurturing my dreams of becoming a writer I thought that if I ever managed to become one, I’d had to rent a small house on Amrum to write. Whenever I got stuck in my story, I could go out, take a walk on the beach and let the winds blow my mind back into perspective. I know it’s not too late for it and somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m not letting this dream starve completely. It’s just not yet the right time for it but when it is, I’ll have to return to my sanctuary that is an island in the North Sea.


All of the above pictures were taken by me.

A Not Crack of the Dawn Run

10 Oct

This morning was so beautiful I knew it when my alarm went off. I knew that I needed to go outside and run but since I’m not much of a morning person it wasn’t really that early. Even if I would have been up earlier, it wouldn’t have been as lovely as it was at 9am because it was too foggy before. But you know what that means, a foggy start of the day almost always brings along a lot of sunshine.

It’s autumn in this part of the world and even though I really like all seasons, autumn is my favourite followed closely by spring. It’s just so pretty when the leaves start to change their colours and the forests are suddenly shining so much brighter and you know that it’ll all be over way too soon when winter comes around. The air is not that cold yet and …. ah…. I’m at a loss for words. Just, nature’s beautiful.

Knowing that days like today won’t come around too often I laced my shoes and took my phone with me to take some pictures I can share with you. Sadly the quality is not the best but I hope you can enjoy them nonetheless.


Isn’t it lovely, isn’t it wonderful?

Here I am again, one of my favourite places on earth. The faint sound of traffic mixed with the silence of the woods, which is not that silent at all. It’s where my heart plops back to the right place in my body and is at peace. It’s as if time stands still and I can just breathe and enjoy while nothing ever hurts.

Oh no, what’s that? A giant is loose in the forest.

A giant anthill which means winter will be a strong and cold one. Especially since it’s not the only big one.

My phone tried to convince me we had -1°C which sounded at little harsh since I was wearing shorts but the night was pretty cold indeed as the frost shows.

I wrote about it before, that running keeps me sane, and how can it not? Also, it’s cheaper then therapy (ok, this line, I borrowed from ‘The Lucky One’ movie which was basically the best I could take away from it even though I really like watching Taylor Schilling but I was yelling finally when the credits started to roll on the screen).

I was feeling so good today that I took an extra half loop, something I don’t usually do but it felt right at the moment. After a good run, you don’t feel exhausted but energised which is a pretty amazing feeling. And I leave you with that. Have a great day every one, hope they are as lovely as mine is!!!

The Little Actress in Me

20 May

Some of you may already know that there’s this little actress inside of me that gets out every summer while I perform with a bunch of other actors on our beautiful open-air stage. I’ve been enchanted ever since I laid eyes on that stage five years ago.

This year we perform Peter Pan, the story about a boy who never wants to grow up. He lives in Neverland, a magical island with fairies, pirates and indians. I’ll just let the following pictures I took yesterday during the third dress rehearsal speak for themselves.

Wendy, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell at the Darling’s home

Tiger Lilly and her fellow indians about to steal the pirates food

The hollow tree, home to the lost boys.

The Girls entertaining Captain Hook. (My role is the blonde girl but since I was taking pictures, this is not me :D)

Poor Peter Pan, it looks like he is loosing to Hook.

Thank god the little bear survived! Thanks to a great medicine woman :-)



I could upload 200 pictures more but nobody wants to see all of them and there wouldn’t be enough space on my wordpress account either so these are the ones I selected to put on here. I’m not totally happy with the quality of the pictures even though they seemed fine while I was taking them.

Tuesday in a week will be the first performance and I’m looking forward to it. Hope you enjoyed this little trip to Neverland. See ya!

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