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How To Get Rid Of Your Reading Slump. From An Expert.

Full Transparency: My Reading Slump lasted for two whole years! Two. And I finally got rid of it! ^^

Shocking! I know. As a full fledged book owl I could not wrap my head around this at all! Throughout that time, I’ve tried everything possible but nothing seemed to work for me. Eventually, after I found out the reason why I could no longer follow a single string of words, it made sense. I was depressed. And not in the, I’m upset for a day or a week and then I’m over it kind of way. But more of the deep, sad for months, clinical kind of depressed. My mind was soo upset, stressed and over worked that I could literally no longer read words. It was painful and trying only resulted in severe headaches and sadly more depression for not being able to do the thing I love most.

Which is why I set out to try and help you out! So take this advice, if you will, from someone who has suffered for a long time and managed to successfully break through!

My process is very simple and only involves two steps:

  1. Before You Read A Book:
    • Get Plenty of Sleep and Rest, for days!
    • Don’t read for a while, by choice. Just rest and avoid thinking about it.
    • Give your eyes a break, limit the use if electronics or eye straining tasks if possible.
    • Go through different bookstagram accounts, while looking at the beautiful book community you start to get inspired and motivated to pick up a book. [Why not try: @bookishowlette]
    • Separate the TBR pile from the Read pile in your bookshelf for encouragement and to get a strong sense of how Great your accomplishment is for reading all those awesome books!
    • Know that you’re definitely not the only one, talk about it with your friends or internet peers. I’m right here if you need me!
    • Like I mentioned before, a reading slump could be a symptom of depression or stress. So take care of yourself first.
  2. After Step 1:
    • Start with a light book, something short and sweet.
    • Comedy always works! Laughter is a sure way of easing your mind.
    • Try something new, to draw your interest. Maybe get a books ubscription, I’ve reviewed some here to get you started.
    • Don’t push it. You might read a paragraph a week, and that’s more than enough. You’re mind needs time to heal. Reading that much is amazing. So don’t stress and push yourself, it will only have the opposite affect.
    • Do what works best for you. I’ve found that some of the advice that I got was very good but not very helpful. An example is, “Just open and read” That did not work with me at all. I needed more time to get over it first and heal before I can read normally again.

AND, thats it!

The whole goal of this process is to take care of your health and wellbeing to completely overcome the annoying plight known as the Reading Slump.

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Unedited Clace Cave Scene, Shh!

Yes, thats rightt! Do you remember that ehm, Dirty Scene from City of Heavenly Fire. Well, Cassandra Clare has shared the scene with us, her loyal subjects. I for one, has been left drooling over this steeeeamy scene. So obviously I has to share with you all! Sooooooooo…..

Without further ado, Are you ready for the complete DSES (Dirty Sexy Edom Scene)?

Here it goes, straight from Cassandra!

You demand zee sexytimes? Fine, here they are! I break! My will = shattered. Okay, so basically this is just the Jace and Clary cave scene (yes, THAT one) from CoHF before it was edited down for length and Less Obviousness About What Was Happening. I don’t think they actually do anything different here, and really it’s a scene about people having feelings about sex rather than particularly about sex. But enjoy! Um, happy Thanksgiving!

…For a moment Jace just looked at her in astonishment, his lips parted slightly; Clary felt her cheeks flush. He was looking at her like she was the first star that had ever come out in the sky, a miracle painted across the face of the world that he could barely believe in. He swallowed. “Let me —“ he said, and broke off. “Can I kiss you? Please?”

Instead of nodding, she leaned down to press her lips to his. If their first kiss in the water had been an explosion, this was a sun going supernova. A hard, hot, driving kiss, a nip at her lower lip and the clash of tongues and teeth, both of them pressing as hard as they could to get closer.  They were glued together, skin and fabric, a heady mix of the chill of the water, the heat of their bodies, and the frictionless slide of damp skin.

Jace lifted her, dragging her up his body, and she felt him suck in his breath at the contact. His hands slid under her, grasping her thighs as he walked them both out of the lake. The cold air hit her body and she shuddered; Jace went down on his knees on the powdery sand beach, laying her gently atop the pile of their heaped clothes.

Clary stretched her body out, trying to line herself up with him, and saw his eyes darken as he watched her. Her wet underclothes clung to her body as Jace’s clung to his. She let her eyes roam over him, taking in what was familiar and what wasn’t: the flare of his shoulders, the curve of his waist, the scars on his skin … her gaze dipped lower …

He laughed, a low, dark rasp. “It’s a little unfair,” he said, breathlessly, “that you can tell how much I want this just by looking at me and I can’t tell the same thing about you.”

She shifted under him. Their bodies scraped together and his pulse jumped, his hands digging into the sand on either side of her. “Look at me,” she said.

His eyes had been half-lidded; he opened them wide now, and stared at her. There was hunger in his, a hot devouring hunger that would have frightened her if it had been anyone else but Jace. But it was Jace, and she trusted him. “Look at me,” she said, and his eyes raked her, adoring, devouring, swallowing, and her body felt as if burning liquid were surging through it everywhere his gaze touched. He dragged his eyes back up to her face: they fixed on her mouth. “I do want you,” she said. “I always have.” She kissed him, slow and hard. “I want to, if you do.”

“If I want to?” There was a wild edge to his soft laugh. She could hear the soft rasp of sand between his fingers, saw the hesitation in his eyes, the concern for her, and she lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around his hips. He pressed his hot face into her throat, his breath ragged. “If you do that — I won’t be able to stop —“

“Don’t stop, I don’t want you to stop,” she said, and tightened her grip on him, and with a growl he took her mouth again, hot and demanding, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, his tongue sliding against hers. She tasted him in her mouth, the salt of sweat and cave water. She had never been kissed like this before, even by Jace. His tongue explored her mouth before he moved down her throat: she felt wet heat at the hollow of her collarbone and almost screamed. She grabbed at him instead, running her hands all over his body, wildly free in the knowledge that she could touch him, as much as she liked, however she liked. She felt as if she were drawing him, her hands mapping his shape, the slope of his back, flat stomach, the indentations above his hips, the muscles in his arms. As if, like a painting, he were coming to life under her hands.

When his hands slid underneath her bra to cup her breasts, she gasped at the sensation, then nodded at him when he froze, his eyes questioning. Go on. He unsnapped the front and the bra fell open and for a moment he just froze, staring at her as if she shone like witchlight.

Then he bent his head again and the feel of his mouth on her breasts did make her scream. She clapped a hand over her mouth, but he reached up and pried it away. “I want to hear you,” he said, and it wasn’t a demand, but a low, prayerful yearning. She nodded and buried her hands in his hair.

He kissed her shoulders and her breasts, her stomach, her hips; he kissed her everywhere while she gasped and moved against him in ways that made him moan and beg her to stop or it would all be over too soon. She laughed through her gasps, told him to go on, tried to hold herself still but it was impossible.

He stopped before removing each piece of clothing from either of them, asking her with eyes and words if he should keep going, and each time she nodded and said yes, go on, yes. And when finally there was nothing between them but skin, she stilled her hands, thinking that there was no way to ever be closer to another person than this, that to take another step would be like cracking open her chest and exposing her heart.

 She felt Jace’s muscles flex as he reached past her for something, and heard the crackle of foil. “Good thing I brought my wallet,” he said, his voice unsteady.

Suddenly everything seemed very real; she felt a sudden flash of fear. “Wait,” she whispered.

He stilled. His free hand was cradling her head, his elbows dug deep into the sand on either side of her, keeping his weight off her body. All of him was tense and shaking, and the pupils of his eyes were wide, the iris just a rim of gold. “Is something wrong?”

Hearing Jace sound uncertain — she thought maybe her heart was cracking, shattering into pieces. “No,” she whispered. “Just — kiss me,” she pleaded, and he did, not moving to do anything else, just kissing her: hot languorous slow kisses that sped up as his heartbeat did, as the movement of their bodies quickened against each other. Each kiss was different, each rising higher and higher like a spark as a fire grew: quick soft kisses that told her he loved her, long slow worshipful kisses that said that he trusted her, playful light kisses that said that he still had hope, adoring kisses that said he had faith in her as he did in no one else. Clary abandoned herself to the kisses, the language of them, the wordless speech that passed between them. His hands were shaking, but they were quick and skilled on her body, light touches making her want more and more until she pushed and pulled at him, urging him against her with the mute appeal of fingers and lips and hands.

And even at the final moment, when she did flinch, she pressed him to go on, wrapping herself around him, not letting him go. “Jace,” she whispered, and he bent his head to kiss her as he carefully, carefully started to move. She could see in the tension of his body, his grip on her shoulder, that he didn’t want it to be over too quickly: he closed his eyes, his lips moving, silently shaping her name.

 In the past days, weeks, her body had been torn by weapons, by shards of glass, flung through Portals, broken and bruised. Now she let all that fall away, let her body remind itself that it was also a thing that could give pleasure to her, and to the person she loved most in the world.

“I love you,” she said, her hands in his hair. “I love you.”

She saw his eyes widen and something behind his expression crack. The last wall around his heart, the last piece of self-protection he’d held in place. It crumbled away into blazing light as he came undone against her, like sunlight bursting into a room that had been walled up for a long, long time. He buried his face in her neck, saying her name over and over before he collapsed against her shoulder. And when finally Clary closed her eyes she thought she saw the cavern blaze up in gold and white, wrapping them both in heavenly fire, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

 

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Are you a REAL Bookworm?

So you think you’re a bookworm, huh?

Do you spend most of you’re time reading, or with you’re nose stuck in a book. Do you consider yourself to be the Hermione Granger of this world? Well, let’s see if you truly are…

Here I present to you the top 8 books every *TRUE BOOKWORM* should’ve memorized by heart!

  1. The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins

    • It is written in the voice of 16-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives in the future, post-apocalyptic nation of Panem in North America. The Capitol, a highly advanced metropolis, exercises political control over the rest of the nation.
  2. The Mortal Instruments, by Cassandra Clare

    • The story follows Clary Fray, who interacts with a group of nephilim known as Shadowhunters while also discovering her own half-angel heritage. The Shadowhunters protect the world of mundane people from dark forces that are beyond their world.
  3. Harry Potter, by JK Rowling

    • Does this even need to be described, really?
  4. Twilight Series, by Stephanie Meyer

    • Admit it, if you’re a real bookworm you would’ve read this book. Even if you didn’t like it, you were curious to see what the hype was all about. I for one actually enjoyed the series, it’s the movies that ruined it!
  5. Hush, Hush,  by Becca Fitzpatrick

    • A SACRED OATH
      A FALLEN ANGEL
      A FORBIDDEN LOVE
      Romance was not part of Nora Grey’s plan. She’s never been particularly attracted to the boys at her school, no matter how hard her best friend, Vee, pushes them at her. Not until Patch comes along. With his easy smile and eyes that seem to see inside her, Patch draws Nora to him against her better judgment.
  6. Divergent, by Veronica Roth

    • In Beatrice Prior’s dystopian Chicago world, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue—Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is—she can’t have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.
  7. Fallen Series, by Lauren Kate

    • The novel revolves around a young girl named Lucinda Price who is sent to Sword & Cross Reform School in Savannah, Georgia, after she is accused of murdering a boy by starting a fire. At the reform school, she meets Daniel, a handsome boy whom she feels inexplicably drawn to, and believes that she has already met before.
  8. Legend, by Marie Lu

    • From very different worlds, June and Day have no reason to cross paths—until the day June’s brother, Metias, is murdered and Day becomes the prime suspect. Caught in the ultimate game of cat and mouse, Day is in a race for his family’s survival, while June seeks to avenge Metias’s death. But in a shocking turn of events, the two uncover the truth of what has really brought them together, and the sinister lengths their country will go to keep its secrets.

Well, there you have it. All 8 book series that you MUST read in order to be a REAL and TRUE Bookworm!

Tag your friends and check if they’re realllly the bookworms they say they are!

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A girl who didn’t believe…

Once upon a time there was a little girl who didn’t believe in magic. She went about her day in the most boring and average way possible. Going to school in the morning. Playing games during the day. Constantly plagued by dreamless nights.

On one average afternoon, her mother walks in bearing two precious gifts.

One was a world filled with adventures, balls and riches. A life that was robbed of her. A life, where now she is forced to endure an evil headmistress and a snobby brat. One where now she is forced to live in the cold and hunger. Not the life her late father had hoped for her. But wait.. where are all these beautiful gifts and mountains of delicious food coming from. Who is turning her rusting attic into a wonderful palace reminding her of her old life in India?

The other was a world where her parents never wanted her. So she was hurt, aggressive and spoiled. But then she lost them, the only two people she ever really knew. So now she had to live with her odd uncle, whom she’s never even heard of! Just great. But then she heard from Martha something about a secret garden… Hmmm, she wondered where the key is hidden?

Any average person would’ve looked at those gifts and rendered them useless in a second. But not this girl. No, those two small little gifts were the biggest and most priceless possessions she’s ever known. She knew that within those pages were worlds she dared to enter. Worlds that sparked her heart and ignited the thoughts of her mind. Worlds that made her believe in magic.

After all, didn’t I tell you my mother was bearing gifts that were precious.


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I get goosebumps every time I reminisce over my early beginnings ❤

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