Book Review. I Left the House Today by Cassandra Calin.

Hilarious and relatable comics about one young woman’s life, relationships, and day-to-day humorous musings on why it’s good to leave the house sometimes—and when it’s better to stay home.

Cassandra Calin’s ability to document the hilarity of relatable everyday events in a series of webcomics has generated a huge following on social media. This beautifully illustrated compendium of first-person comics about the trials of the single life, school, stress, junk food, shaving, and maintaining a healthy self-image. Cassandra Calin’s comics frequently highlight the humorous gap between expectations and reality, especially when it comes to appearance and how much she can accomplish in one day. This book is funny, lighthearted, introspective, and artistically stunning—the perfect gift for young women, recent graduates, and anyone who might need a little comedic incentive to leave the house today.

I Left the House Today is a collection of comics on regular, relatable, day to day occurrences. This ranges across the seasons from feeling exhaustion, jubilation when you realise a dress has pockets, boobs and bra problems, and the one I loved – when you have eaten a yogurt and wake up in a cold sweat much later on in bed, thinking did I put the yogurt pot in the bin and the spoon in the sink or did I put the yogurt pot in the sink and the spoon in the bin? The comics were a joy and made me chuckle.

Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for an ebook copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

Contains affiliate links. Doesn’t cost you anything, helps me out if you click on ‘em. Thank you.

Book Review. Poetry Collection – The Sea Refuses no River. Bethany Rivers.

This is a vast collection of poetry on grief, loss and place. I don’t think I have read anything like it. I did struggle to connect emotionally with the poems, but I didn’t dislike them. The way the poems were written, and the images in the poems were stunning. I love how poets can take one idea and run with it. This seemed evident in The Sea Refuses no River. For example, in poem It’s not about the Broccoli. The Gate at Shrewsbury was one of my favourite poems in this collection.

In this collection, the sea refuses no river, there is an acceptance of the pain and an acceptance of the healing moments; the healing journeys. To quote Adrienne Rich: I came to explore the wreck’, and in this collection, Bethany discovers how, ‘The words are purposes. The words are maps.’

She had fallen in love once. It had cost her

She spent years befriending the river:

It was her only escape

The Sea Refuses no River – Bethany Rivers

I would certainly want to read more from Bethany Rivers. I was so intrigued after reading The Sea Refuses no River.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

Contains affiliate links. Doesn’t cost you anything, helps me out if you click on ‘em. Thank you.

A Revelation

I had a revelation recently.

I was sorting through a bunch of papers and wondering which had stuff written on them I needed to keep and use or throw away. It was a lot because I thought why do I let months and months of writing and ideas and scribbles build up until one point in September I decide to go through and tidy up. How can I expect to work through months of ideas in two weeks, because I set myself silly deadlines? No-wonder I feel so unmotivated. It becomes overwhelming. I ask how many copies of one manuscript do I need to hold on to? Really? And the phrase for that is what I do not want to let go of. It’s the same with articles I tear from magazines, books, screenshots, tabs and pins.

It’s as if I am holding on to the concept of these ideas and these inspirations but I am not letting them go. I am collecting.

A few days ago, it took me 4 and a half hours, but I changed all my passwords. It had been something on my to do list for so long and I had been putting it off. It meant I wasn’t erasing my history because I didn’t want to be signed out of certain sites. I mean, that is just lazy.

But the relief I felt once I had done it. I could finally check off that task on the to do list. Bye bitch. Now it doesn’t take up room in my head, it isn’t something I constantly think have to do that have to do that and I don’t have to worry about it.

It is the same with my clothes. I wear the same t-shirts to bed and I wear the same t-shirts during the day. I have a wardrobe, which is where I hang up the clothes I don’t wear because they don’t fit. Why am I keeping them? I like bits of the clothes. I like the colour or the image in my head of what I could look like wearing them or – I don’t know.

Why am I like this?

What sort of void is collecting filling? Is it a comfort thing? A I don’t want to have nothing so I better grab what I can?

Book Review. Persona Non Grata Edited by Isabelle Kenyon

I love reading anthologies for 2 reasons.

1. Sampling poems from writers who are not familiar to me and 2. Anthologies, not all, but some raise money for charities.

The proceeds from Persona Non Grata go to Crisis Aid and Shelter. 2 very important causes.

Persona Non Grata has a number of quality poems from an outsider view of people in our society, encompassing disability, age, family, mental illness, homelessness, refugees and LGBTQ+ people. Hopefully it can encourage the reader to reflect on the reality of other people’s lives and their struggles.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

Persona Non Grata is packed with exceptional poets writing on the theme of social exclusion.

With interpretations exploring our refugee crises globally, physical and mental illness, homelessness, addiction and family estrangement, the anthology will fundraise for two important and vital charities: ‘Shelter’ and ‘Crisis Aid UK’.

“We are delighted that ‘Fly on the Wall Poetry Press publishes charity anthologies- and anthology ‘Persona Non Grata’ is packed with poetry inspired by the concept of social exclusion. Without support such as this, we would not be able to support the people who reach out to us for help with housing issues and homelessness. Thank you so much to everyone involved.”

– Lindsay Tilston Jones, Regional Community Fundraiser: Manchester

Contains affiliate links. Doesn’t cost you anything, helps me out if you click on ‘em. Thank you.

where i have been

do you ever feel like you want to hide yourself away from the world?

shut the curtains, put on yr baggiest tshirt

& climb into bed

because you feel too stupid too ugly too at odds with the world.

These were the last words I wrote, before I shut down my laptop and stopped having an interest in life. I had even forgotten the password to my laptop. I have been so depressed this month week year. My bathroom is looking disgusting. August, my birthday month, was shit. I am not looking forward to the autumn or winter because SAD makes its annual appearance. If it is going to be as bad as this depression was then Lord knows what is going to happen to me. I should hibernate until next March.

I regained some motivation for blogging and what happens? My Wi-Fi goes missing. Not that that is new. My Wi-Fi is useless.

I am struggling with the thought I am now 25 and my life is still in pieces. I don’t know what I’m doing. It is like I am trying to get out of this stuck position, but the head and the body are not together on that. It feels like there’s nobody who can help because I’m an adult and should have gotten my life together by now. I do realise my anxiety is also very limiting. I think about how close I am to poverty, death, homelessness. If I don’t figure shit out then I am not going anywhere but down. How do you even start to fix that when depression leaves you feeling dead inside?