The time of my life.

Hello all you lovely people!

  I've just finished reading The Time of my Life by my favourite author, Cecelia Ahern. She's captured my heart since the first book I read from her. I hadn't been reading her novels for the past months until I chanced upon this new arrival. Anything from Cecelia Ahern is sure to be promising, so I had no hesitation in buying it! It's a funny and inspiring read, one that I'd skim through repeatedly.

  The story follows Lucy Silchester, who has abandoned her life and occupied herself with other things. Her break-up with her boyfriend years ago has left her in pieces. A complicated web of lies has left her spiralling deeper into despair. She receives the dreaded notice of her life contacting her, and finally listens. Through a journey of self-discovery, Lucy finds herself loving life more than ever. Of course, there's plenty of surprises along the way. I've been absorbed in this modern, fictional tale for a few weeks now. I've read it over and over, sinking into every little meaning.

  One of the things that I felt strongly about was the ritual of habit. It was a vital matter in Lucy and Claire's life, and it also seems so in mine. I've been holding onto something that really is non-existent. That routine had put me in a happy place for a few months, one that I relied on with all my life. Nobody came close to putting a smile on my face like he did. I understand now though. When we love something, we are always afraid to let it go. Sometimes it vanishes for reasons unknown, which leaves you wondering day and night. The person who was perfect then could be entirely different now. Your love and faith in them has placed you in desperate attempts of rekindling what once was. However, we need to remember that those who left are gone. I hope that with time, I'll get over the fact.

    Anywho, I sure hope Monday wasn't a drag for you. In my opinion it was rather pleasant. (For a Monday, I mean.) It was my friend's birthday, so we sang him birthday songs. That uplifted the mood, I suppose. I experienced a moment of victory in math, because I could actually understand what we were doing. That's one small step for man, one giant leap for Rachel. 

  Art class is something I'm surely going to look forward to on Mondays. We practised observed contour drawing, which turned out well and amusing. I never knew a packet of Cheezels could prove to be art. We had some nice chit-chat for the entire session; art is the class where socialisation takes over. I'm pleased with the idea of being with people who are interested in the same hobbies as I am.

  Keep calm and stay positive.

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