So this week my blog turned 1!
It’s been a ~whole~ year? It feels like it’s been a few months (!!!!) Trying not to be -cringe- here but I suppose this post is more for myself than anyone else, a post that I can look back on. My blog (and writing in general) is a little like therapy to me, it makes me feel content and relaxed. The point I started my blog was for me to write somewhere other than my diary or fiction. It’s kind of in the middle of the two.
I love hearing different opinions on a book. I think that’s what is so fascinating about them, you can interpret a book however your imagination wants you to. People can take completely different messages and meanings from them. So, here are some of my favourite books- and if you’ve read any of them ~pls pls~ let me know what you thought!
Sorry I haven’t been writing as often as I usually do.
I have been at and recovering from Reading Festival and unfortunately it’s all over for another year. Reading is place in Southern England and is pronounced r-e-d-ing. Every year people arrive for music festival that is held for around 4 days, just in case anyone who is reading this thinks I may have gone to a festival to read literature- which definitely wasn’t the case!
I’ve been to Reading before and had such an amazing time, without a doubt Reading Festival is one of my most favourite places. Obviously, the music makes a huge difference and Reading always pulls out the most incredible line-ups.
Musically a few of my favourites were… Firstly, The 1975- probably because they are my most favourite band ever, so maybe I am biased. Secondly, it has to be The Red Hot Chilli Peppers. I wasn’t a huge fan of theirs and didn’t really know many of their songs, but there’s no denying that they are amazinggg and seeing them is something I will never forget. They are sooo talented and now I can’t stop listening to them. Imagine Dragons were also great, along with Twenty One Pilots, Fall Out Boy, Jack
Apart from the music which makes the experience amazing, it wouldn’t have been the same without the people we went with. I went to Reading with two of my oldest best friends. We also went with new friends and we made friends whilst there.
Although going to a weekend festival seems tough- and trust me it is. All of the cold nights in a tent, not washing, vile toilets- if you can call them toilets, dirt and mud is all worth it. It’s all part of the experience and adds to the amazing vibe.
Until next year Reading!