Thursday, 14 December 2017

2017: Film Favourites






Admittedly I entered this year with a lot more hope for my cinematic-viewings than I'm ending 2017 with. I love film. I really love film. But more often than not, I struggle to find the time to hit the play button and get the screen rolling. Of course, as a first year undergraduate student, there is screen time, oh trust me, there is screen time. When I've done my work for the day and 11 PM rolls around and I can't sleep, Netflix is right there, as is my Amazon Student Prime subscription (which should probably be made the most of given there's only four months left on it. Anyway, I digress..); However, if it's that time of night and it's between a film on my "To-watch" list or yet another rewatch of Gilmore Girls, then the latter, my comfort watch, is probably going to be the winner. Despite all this though, I entered 2017 with the intention of broadening the genres of film I consume, and have come away from the bulk of this year having seen some incredible films, and I've finally watched the films that I'd been meaning to jump into for years. So without further ado, here are my favourite films of 2017. (Disclaimer: these haven't all been released in 2017, but were watched for the first time in this year).



Wonder Woman
Honestly, I am proud to say that it took me 18 years and six months to actually watch a superhero film. 

La La Land
I should stress: I hate musicals. I don't know why, but something about them just doesn't sit right with me, ironically a former long-term dancer. But La La Land did something to me that I'll never truly be able to explain. I don't know why it was or how it was, but La La Land spoke to me at a time when I needed to here about the struggling artist wanting to achieve their dreams, even if they knew those dreams were far fetched. It isn't a flawless film, and I do have my problems with it, but everything down to the exact note and semibreve was perfect and delightfully moving. You can probably rightly imagine that I spent months afterwards listening to the soundtrack on loop and learning the piano versions myself. 

Hidden Figures


Stranger Than Fiction


Birdman

Dead Poets Society

Star Wars: The Original Trilogy
this predominantly has sentimental value above all else. (omit this part from the actual blog post, but these are the first films that Will and I have watched together, as when he found out that I'd never seen Star Wars, he proposed we marathon them together.) Return of the Jedi has the most value to me, personally, also Will says it's the best of the trilogy.

All the new films I watched in 2017:
La La Land 5/5
Hidden Figures 5/5
The Edge of Seventeen 4/5
Moana 4/5
Zootropolis 3.5/5
The Circle 3/5
The Age of Adaline
Beauty and the Beast 4/5
Room 3/5
Wonder Woman 5/5
Little Fockers 2/5
Stranger than Fiction 5/5
Birdman (4.5/5)
Goodbye Christopher Robin (4/5)
Notting Hill
Dead Poets Society
Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope
Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back
Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi

Wednesday, 6 December 2017

Currently I'm... #1: First Year, Semester 1 First Term





Current plan: Write one of these each term for the duration of university.



Listening to...
It sounds ridiculous, but the Made in Manchester playlist on Spotify has been played in the late hours of the evenings on loop since moving to university, especially in late October and throughout November, when the homesickness really started hitting me the hardest. It's weirdly comforting to hear the music of the place you call home, all in one playlist. Outside of this, I've continued listening to Alohomora! the MuggleNet Harry Potter re-read podcast as I walk between lectures and on train journeys, and for studying in the library, when not loving listening to the sounds of crackling, folding pages, I tend to turn to classical playlists to concentrate on my work. My personal favourite is Ludovico Einaudi's albums, but basically any classical playlist does the job.


Reading...
Admittedly, the adjustment to my degree has hit me like a train. Since starting university, I haven't read anything that hasn't been part of a reading list, and whilst I love my degree, I really miss the freedom to read for pleasure as well as for academia. So far my dominant module has been Children's Fiction, but I've been attempting to get some non-degree reading done, such as recently starting The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien, and I am to, hopefully over Christmas, read A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers, the sequel to one of my favourite books, The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet.


Watching...
Not anywhere near as much as I used to, but the old favourites still manage to sneak in here and there. I'm a lot busier than I was prior to university, and tend to avoid becoming the "Netflix in bed all day kind" of student, In spite of this, however, the late hours of the night are filled with rewatches of Gilmore Girls, my favourie TV show. I tend to watch whichever season is closest to my own personal life, and find solace in Rory's own chaos rather than my own, so as it currently stands I'm rewatching season four, when Rory starts at Yale University, on repeat. Beyond Gilmore Girls, my other Netflix favourites have been rewatching The Crown ahead of series two, and Medici: Masters of Florence. My amount of news consumption has dipped dramatically since starting university, as I live in this weird bubble where unless you actively search for news, you can go a week without hearing about anything in the outside world. I'm lucky enough to have a TV licence, and so watch BBC news constantly, if I'm not using the Guardian app. And finally, I have, at long last, watched Star Wars. Whilst the person I was watching it with and I talked through the majority of it and I generally don't entirely know what the hell went on, they're pretty bloody cool, and I'm glad to finally say I've seen the films.

Enjoying...
As it currently stands, I'm taking a sort of unconventional route at university. Since October, I've chosen to come home every weekend, back to Manchester, which has been really rewarding in the long-run: I get a break from university life and the flat in student accommodation, and I get time to clear my head and refocus ahead of the following week. My life is divided into weeks being for university, university people, and friends I've made there, and my weekends are for family and for friends from home. Regardless of whatever other people do, I'm enjoying my system: I like not feeling trapped in one spot, and am so thankful that I chose a university that is relatively near home, even if in Wales, and I have the freedom to come home if and when I need/want to. As well, frankly, as an insomniac, though I don't get a lot of it, I don't think I've ever enjoyed sleep as much as I do now when I'm constantly exhausted. Sleep is a gift from the gods.

Friday, 1 December 2017

Letters to Winter: 2017





Dear Winter,
It's 1 AM, and less than 24 hours until December. The dregs of November are leaving now, and I can hear you calling to me from the near future. I'm not normally this late at writing or working or anything that involves deadlines. I am meticulous and a planner and the Hermione Granger of thinking ahead. Yet here I am: forcing myself to write in the dead of night because for once, I've let my scheduling guard down. That's how things have been recently: some of the writings I had been working on until Autumn hit have come to a hiatus, but so many have commenced too, with extra calibre, because I finally, finally started university. Not only that but after all the anxiety and fear and... everything that was wracking my brain last time we spoke, I got to where I wanted to be. I did it.

On Tuesday afternoon I was sat with... for the sake of privacy let's say... "somebody", in my bedroom at University. We were sat watching a film and the light was gradually dimming, and I don't know where we'd come from to get to this point, but I just turned my head and went "Oh god, it's December on Friday." to which I gained an equally unenthused response from them. I think this is the first time in my life when I've truly felt the pressure of time when November is coming to a close, December is hitting, and with it you, Winter. How I've perceived time since starting my undergraduate degree has changed drastically. Most of the time it feels frozen, and I have to carve with a pickaxe into it in order to feel like I've achieved anything, even the food shopping. Sometimes, just... occasionally, it feels like time is melting. Those moments when it feels like time is melting are beautiful; when everything feels like it has fallen into place and you want the moment to pause but you know the blood of the clocks will simply run faster for the fact that you are enjoying yourself. This year has been manic... and I have done so much, but in terms of life changes, Autumn has been the greatest shock to the system.

Winter, you know I've been through the mill a bit. "A bit" is a wild underestimation, but Autumn has been the most tumultuous, unpredictable, and yet catastrophically thrilling time of my life. I worked so hard to get to this point, and this time last year, as I wrote, I was desperately craving an offer, nevermind even a place at my university. And yet a lot of the time, due to my mental state, I'm not happy. I've had days where a lobotomy would be welcomed, days where I want to just feel nothing, and I have had weeks where I haven't wanted to move... and that's... concerning, and I'm working on it. But nevertheless, it isn't half frustrating when you achieve a huge dream, a huge life goal, and then things aren't quite what they seem. Like I said, I'm working on it, but I need to focus right now on the incredible things that are going on. I have made friends, and I have something that is also, shall we say... more than that, too. I'm living independently but valuing the time I spend with my family at the weekends more than ever, and I'm having amazing new experiences. I got my dream, I got exactly what I wanted, and although things aren't perfect, some phenomenal things are occurring in my life right now that light it up more than words could possibly explain, I just need time to work some things out.

December is going to be huge. You, Winter, are going to be huge. By the time Spring arrives, I'll be 19, and soon enough 20. A year ago in my last letter, I said I was ready for adulthood. I still stand by that, but what I've learnt is that are we ever really ready? My goal was feeling that I had it all together: I got the job at MuggleNet permanently, I got into my dream university, I have met some incredible people and have my wonderful friends and family, but there are still and always will be cracks. There is no such thing as having it together, I realised a week ago when at the end of a truly horrific day, I lugged myself to the Morrisons at the end of the road, bought a pizza and ice cream, realising that I had nothing that I felt in the mood to cook, and sat feeling the most isolated I've felt since I got to university. I messaged my friends and one very wisely said "adulting isn't having it together. Nobody has got it together. Adulting is conquering one crisis at a time and trying to make the best out of what is going on." That is what I need to do, and that is what I'm aiming to do in your hours this time around, Winter. If I am low, I am low. If I'm happy, then that's a major success. I'm working on it. I will conquer this, it's just going to be a long and difficult journey.

I'm working on it. For now, I shall inhale the scent of Christmas and hope for a little snow.

Love, 

Holly

Friday, 10 November 2017

Five Years of Lost in a Library





Five years have passed and this blog is still here.

Once upon a time there was a girl who was very very ill. Instead of getting the education she so desperately craved and the happiness she so longed for, she was confined to the walls of her house, and the closing borders of her mind. She didn't hate life, but she didn't want this one to be hers anymore. She knew about blogging from a girl called Catriona who ran a blog that had recently featured in an edition of Shout. Little did she know that soon that girl would become a great friend. So she went onto Blogger, filled out the details, and created A Day Dreamer's Thoughts. It was merely a place to put everything she thought nobody would listen to. That was all.

Two years later and after much blogger confusion with another site, A Day Dreamer's Thoughts became Lost in a Library. Over time it matured from lifestyle to solely books, and then once again, has developed into books and occasionally lifestyle too, because though I may be an English Literature student, over time I have exceeded to be more than just books. Books mean so much to me, but over the years I have become more than that: I love to travel, literally and metaphorically, and we cannot forget my obsession with Harry Potter

This isn't going to be the soliloquy-like post that I'd planned, because reality is hitting and life sometimes gets in the way. Though I may not be as active on here as I once was, and though I'm not even certain if anyone is here, reading what I write anymore, I am still here. This year I haven't posted on here nearly as much as I did last, or in 2015, despite having 93 draft posts - numerous of which are fully written and ready to go, but in terms of care, that means nothing. I still love this blog and the place I have created here on the internet for myself, my Hobbit hole of sorts, but I'm just not as active as I used to be. Nevertheless, I feel less nowadays like I write posts for the sake of posting but rather because I actually want to share them, and share them when I want to share them. 

I wouldn't say I've changed in the past five years, but I - like Lost in a Library - have evolved. The person who created this blog on 10 November 2012 is a shell of the person who sits in the same spot in 2017. The people I knew back then are now bad memories that I bottle up and push out to water every so often; the friends I have now were still future acquaintances. Now instead of being too ill to go to school, I am in the first semester of my first year pursuing a bachelor's degree. I am the girl who was back then, and more, and that feels so rewarding, to be able to look back over five years of hard work, archiving of my life, and say that I'm still here, still writing, and still following the dreams that I had back then. A lot can change in five years, and it certainly has. 

Where this blog will be in five years is currently a mystery to me. I've always said that I have no intention of ceasing blogging, and whilst that remains true to this day, things continue to change in my world. In the past two months since starting university, I've barely had any time to write here, let alone on any of my other projects outside of academia. I review books and do my Waterstones work, and work as a Lead Editorialist for MuggleNet, but those elements alone are hard to balance as we speak, and it's only going to get harder as the workload of my degree increases. If my plan for the next half decade goes as I hope, then when this blog is ten years old, I will have graduated from my undergraduate, and hopefully will have done a masters, too. In 2022, I should be hunting for jobs, which is... terrifying. I don't know where I will be with Lost in a Library in 2022, or 2020, or you know, even on this day in 2018, but I wholly intend to continue working at this little place, regardless of how sporadic the posts get.

To those of you who read Lost in a Library occasionally; to those of you who have followed for a long time or stumbled across this website today; to the friends I've made over these past five years and just know, thank you. Thank you for being here, because that was all I ever wanted.

Mischief Managed,

Holly

Thursday, 2 November 2017

Autumn Reading Tag -- Fall[ing] into Autumn










1) Are there any books you plan on reading over the Autumn season?

Honestly, right now, 90% of the books I intend to read throughout Autumn are my course texts and textbooks for wider reading. As I write this, I've just finished my second week of Semester 1 and already it's complete chaos in which I have little to no time to read anything none degree-related, which is okay by me. However, that being said, I wholeheartedly intend to read A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers in October. Last October I read The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet - the sort of prequel to this - and for very sentimental reasons, I want to crack book 2 this month. Whether that will happen, who knows, but I enter October with full intentions of making this occur. 


2) September brings back to school memories: what book did you most enjoy studying? And what were your favourite and least favourite school subjects? 


My favourite book I enjoyed studying over prior to commencing my Degree was Arthur Miller's Death of a Salesman. Out of all the texts I studied in High School and Sixth Form College, this one from my AS year of Sixth Form College was by far the best and most interesting; and perhaps this was aided by the fact that I was studying Sociology at the time and was bubbling with opinions on capitalism. Aside from this, I also really adored Shakespeare's Anthony and Cleopatra, and Othello. I'd initially started out dreading studying the play, preferring to study Hamlet or King Lear, but once we'd gotten through the political warfare, Antony and Cleopatra was fascinating to analyse (Also we had a fantastic question on the exam paper which is what I believe got me an A at AS.)

My favourite subject has always been English Literature - hence doing a degree in it. As for my least favourite, that would probably be Science. I had terrible teachers and not so great fellow pupils, and aside from Biology, it just wasn't a subject that I ever fully got my head around. 


3) October means Halloween: do you enjoy scary books and films? If so what are some of your favourites?

I've never enjoyed horror and media that aims to induce fear. Some people get an adrenaline rush out of it, whereas I develop intense paranoia. So no... nothing to recommend here.






4) With November it's time for bonfire night & firework displays. What's the most exciting book you've read that really kept you gripped?

Just read The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers. Just read it. Inhale it. Allow it to consume you whole. Space opera, LGBTQ+ aliens, and a character who is basically Space!Tonks. Just read it.


5) What book is your favorite cosy comfort read? 

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is my favourite book. I never fail to find comfort in its pages. There may be countless deaths, scenes of torture, possession, and of course a war that acts as a parallel to World War Two, but to me, this book is cosy.


6) Curled up with a good book, what is your hot drink of choice?
Hot chocolate or a strong fruit tea - with the teabag left in. 







7) Any plans you're looking forward to over the next few months?

I'm turn 19 in December... so that's happening. I'm starting to feel my age. Currently I'm ambling my way through the first semester of the first year of my degree - that in itself is incredibly exciting. The latter quarter of the year is always my favourite, and I'm aiming to fully embrace Christmas, especially with heading to the History of Magic exhibit just before Christmas Day...

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

REVIEW: Shades of Magic series by V.E. Schwab



A Darker Shade of Magic (#1)


A Darker Shade of Magic (Shades of Magic, #1)Kell is one of the last Antari—magicians with a rare, coveted ability to travel between parallel Londons; Red, Grey, White, and, once upon a time, Black. Kell was raised in Arnes—Red London—and officially serves the Maresh Empire as an ambassador, traveling between the frequent bloody regime changes in White London and the court of George III in the dullest of Londons, the one without any magic left to see. Unofficially, Kell is a smuggler, servicing people willing to pay for even the smallest glimpses of a world they'll never see. It's a defiant hobby with dangerous consequences, which Kell is now seeing firsthand. After an exchange goes awry, Kell escapes to Grey London and runs into Delilah Bard, a cut-purse with lofty aspirations. She first robs him, then saves him from a deadly enemy, and finally forces Kell to spirit her to another world for a proper adventure.



"Masquerade balls, and pirates, and feminism, and multi-sided coats, and Londons in the plural. THIS is my kind of book. V.E. Schwab, where have you been all my life?" - This was my initial response to A Darker Shade of Magic, a book that I had been so wary about entering. My love for fantasy has increased hugely in recent years and this, from the offset, appeared to be my kind of book, but with such a hyped book, it was hard to know for certain if I would love it as much as my friends had. Much to my surprise, I did. 

Upon first closing the book firmly shut in February after reading this, I went into a serious internal debate about what rating it deserved. A Darker Shade of Magic inevitably, like any book, had its faults and criticisms: personally, the last hundred pages fell a little flat in comparison to the rest of the novel. However, to me, that was more of a reflection of my mentality at the time of reading (where I had no time because of A Levels but also desperately desired to make time for this novel) rather than the quality of the book, because so much happened in the final quarter. All in all, the plot of this first instalment in a trilogy was amazing and constantly kept me wanting to crawl back into bed and read a little further, despite its occasional confusing ways. Though the final 100 pages wilted in comparison to the pages prior, that was more a reflection of myself at the time rather than the content, because regardless of this, so much happened, and it was glorious. 


A Gathering of Shadows (#2)

A Gathering of Shadows (Shades of Magic, #2)Restless, and having given up smuggling, Kell is visited by dreams of ominous magical events, waking only to think of Lila, who disappeared from the docks like she always meant to do. As Red London finalizes preparations for the Element Games—an extravagant international competition of magic, meant to entertain and keep healthy the ties between neighboring countries—a certain pirate ship draws closer, carrying old friends back into port. But while Red London is caught up in the pageantry and thrills of the Games, another London is coming back to life, and those who were thought to be forever gone have returned. After all, a shadow that was gone in the night reappears in the morning, and so it seems Black London has risen again—meaning that another London must fall.

Following the rollercoaster that A Darker Shade of Magic, this was slightly disappointing. A Gathering of Shadows was still enthralling, funny, and intensely fantastical, but it lacked some of the excitement and whimsy that occurred in the first book. The Essen Tasch sounded like quite the change from travelling between Londons, and it was, but the issue at hand was that it didn't actually occur until 3/4 of the way through the book. Essentially, there were three-hundred pages of slow build up to the games, which then felt wildly rushed in order to wrap the story up and bring on the cliffhanger (which I predicted entirely). The plot was solid, but there were several ways in which it could have been reworked with the Essen Tasch pushed further into the story and the buildup lessened, with the issues that came up in the build-up being distributed throughout the Games. To me coming off the high that was A Darker Shade of Magic, that sounds better than what we were given. 

Nevertheless, I adored the character development in the aftermath of what transpired at the end of the first book. Often where sequels fail is in the character, and a failure to push characters forward to their extremes in the aftermath of serious change; as J.K. Rowling once said: "character is everything." However, Schwab did this perfectly, and the damage that had occurred was evident in its haunting of each character, regardless of the significance of their role. A Gathering of Shadows may not have had the same "magic" for lack of a better phrase, as the first book, but it was still enjoyable and a complete page-turner. 

A Conjuring of Light (#3)


A Conjuring of Light (Shades of Magic #3)THE BALANCE OF POWER HAS FINALLY TIPPED... The precarious equilibrium among four Londons has reached its breaking point. Once brimming with the red vivacity of magic, darkness casts a shadow over the Maresh Empire, leaving a space for another London to rise. WHO WILL CRUMBLE? Kell - once assumed to be the last surviving Antari - begins to waver under the pressure of competing loyalties. And in the wake of tragedy, can Arnes survive? WHO WILL RISE? Lila Bard, once a commonplace - but never common - thief, has survived and flourished through a series of magical trials. But now she must learn to control the magic, before it bleeds her dry. Meanwhile, the disgraced Captain Alucard Emery of the Night Spire collects his crew, attempting a race against time to acquire the impossible.

I don't think I'll ever truly be able to describe the emotion and excitement that coursed throughout my veins as I ploughed through this book. 666 pages in 6 days - which, having barely read anything that wasn't for A Levels prior to this for maybe 4 months, was quite the achievement for me. 


It's true, I have a tendency to love the final book in series more than any others: it happened with my favourite series, Harry Potter, and pretty much every other series I've ever read, including The Lunar Chronicles. Thus, naturally, the Shades of Magic series seems to have followed suit in that. A Conjuring of Light did have its flaws, but they were few and far between, and given the general contents of the rest of the novel, I could let said flaws slide. The first time around, I found it difficult to immerse myself in the chapters told from Holland's past perspective, and thus I reread those after finishing the book. That is something that in the grand scheme of this novel is incredibly minor. 

V.E. Schwab's writing is beautiful, the world building is phenomenal, and I couldn't care more for these characters if I tried. There were FAR too many times in this book in which the events left me teary, and made me feel so attached to the characters in this book. What happens here is dark, it's disturbing, and it's brilliant. The character development over the course of this trilogy - even in minor characters - has been extraordinary, and I never thought that I'd find myself caring for Holland, and yet somehow, V.E. Schwab makes me do it. 

I love the way this ended, and the emphasis on how much the characters have transformed since A Darker Shade of Magic, this book - although it was already forming in A Gathering of Shadows, - has also ignited my love for a new OTP (outside of Harry Potter), in Rhy & Alucard, and I adored how their relationship evolved over the course of ACOL.


Conclusion: Here my words are poor, because words will never be enough to describe how much I love this trilogy, and how much I'd give to get another novel or novellas. After Harry Potter, this has to be my favourite series.