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“Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure.”

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Yes, yes, this post is late. Really, really late. When I came up with this brilliant idea of writing two blog posts a week (and thus reading at least two books in that same span of time) I imagined it to be a fair and reasonable time frame. It was a great proposition, and the fact that I'd have to post about it on the internet -- and would thus be held accountable -- meant that there would be no skimping and lazing around. You may not know, but being lazy is something I am wont to do.

Alas, the arrival of September meant that I was going to work again - as school had started - and that my time was limited. On top of it all, I was subbing another teacher the whole week, so my workload was much bigger and I was much more tired when I came back home that I usually am. So, here we are. It's Sunday, I read only one of the books allotted for this week and am writing this post at almost 5 pm. Way to keep on schedule. But, I did start reading the next book on the list today, so maybe something will come of it by Wednesday. *fingers crossed*

“When you possess great treasures within you, and try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed.”

The book I've been reading is, as you know by the title, Paulo Coelho's masterpiece “The Alchemist.” I've heard so many amazing things about it and was told on many occasions that it was a book one simply must read. This is where my weariness of classic - and this ought to be considered one - reared its head and I simply put it off. I just don't have a great relationship with many classics, I'm sorry.

This novel tells the story of a boy, a dreamer, who goes on a journey to realize his Personal Legend. This is something that we all have, and we are all aware of as children, but as we grow older and more world-weary we simply give up on our dreams and forget about our mission in life. To kids everything is possible and they sure not afraid to dream, they know exactly what they want out of life.

The boy is a Spanish shepherd who chose that vocation over the one of a priest because he wanted o travel. He'd always wanted to see the world and so he never went down the same road twice. Lately though, he'd been having the same dream and it begun to bother him. But one day, a kind old king approached him and told him all about the Personal Legend and the Soul of the World. He told they boy a great treasure awaited him by the Pyramids in Egypt, so he should go there to find it. Afraid, but excited, to boy sold his sheep and set off toward the unknown sands of northern Africa.

“People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them, or that they'll never be able to achieve them.”

The boy encountered many people along the way. His path was not easy and the beginner's luck that made him excited soon ebbed away and left him alone, depending only on himself. He encountered many people and learn something from all of them. He learned the Language of the World and his soul accustomed to reading the omens in everything. He feel in love with the woman of the desert and met a famed alchemist. 

What struck me the most was that, even though he made a good life for himself on several occasions, he risked it all time and again in order to pursue his dream, and see his journey through to the end. He learned that he is a part of the Soul of the World, a part of God himself and that he resides in him - in all of us. He learned to listen to his heart, to let it bolster him but not to deter him when faced with fear: "Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself." There were so many passages that made me stop and think, that just made sense. I recognized myself and the limitations I've put on my own potential, my own life too many times. This is a book that will make you examine everything you know, that will make you re-evaluate your priorities and try to remember what your dreams truly are. I'd recommend this to everyone.

“At a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's greatest lie.”
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“That's what everyone forgets these days: there's a fine line between sanity and insanity. Lots of people are on the edge. We can't be in perfect balance all the time.”


Well, my autumn reading plan is already falling to pieces. I've been reading this book during the entire week, and yet - I'm only half-way through. And I think it might be the right time to admit I may never get further than that. Oh, god, it's so boring.

The story of two elderly sisters coming back together after 47 years sounded interesting. Ginny and Vivi have been inseparable as children, but Vivi went her own way at fifteen and Ginny remained home with her parents. There are multiple passages about the house and its history, as well as the whole family's history, that moved at a glacial pace. I didn't think anything would bore me more than Anna Karenina, but here we are.

“It's one of the problems with getting old: the more people you outlive, the more your life reads like a catalogue of other people's deaths.”

I am unsure of what to say. Having abandoned the endeavor of reading this monster, I cannot say too much about the plot because nothing really happened in the first half of the novel. What do I know? Well:

1. Ginny has a certain mental problem. It's not specified, but everyone treats her differently, and her thoughts reveal this pretty quickly. She has no feelings when people in her life are hurt, she feels like an intruder has come to her house when her sister moves back in, she may have killed her mother, and there is just an air of oddness around her. And who knows what happens by the end.

2. Her father, Clive, was a very peculiar man and was obsessed with his moths. She went on in his footsteps and apparently became quite a famous lepidopterist. Her mother, Maud, was a sociable person but started drinking when Vivi left for London. Ginny covered for her, but she became violent due to the alcohol and she soon died. Vivi blames Clive - she thinks he might have murdered her.

“It is an interesting view, but not one I share. Is it really necessary to record your life in order to make it worthwhile or commendable? Is it worthless to die without reference?”

3. Vivi was vivacious and friendly, and she was always the one to suggest a course of action for herself and Ginny. Ginny talks about taking care of her little sister, but it seems to me as if had occurred the other way around.

4. Ginny sold almost everything from their family mansion - and this should have earned her a fortune - for pennies because she didn't want to think about it. She loved watching it all go away because it was less of a bother for her.

5. Vivi lost her womb and ovaries when she was very young (I cannot recall the exact age but it was below 10) and this wasn't regarded as a big deal. Everyone, including her, kept saying how lucky she was to even be alive after impaling herself on an iron stake. But Ginny mentions that they were young and that her inability to have children will be a problem as they grow up. So... something might have come up along that vein later in the book.

6. There are a lot of secrets and lots of things left unsaid between the sisters which, I think, has led to many misunderstandings, and which may have been the reason for the rift in the family.

“Once you decide on the best poison for the termination, you must work out the correct concentration.”

I am a bit forlorn for abandoning a book so early on in this little challenge of mine, but I read to escape into other worlds, in order to make myself feel better, and this book was simply torture. So, I'll say it was for my spiritual and mental betterment that I have DNFed it. 

Let's hope the next book is much better than this. I really need something good to read after such a disappointment.
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“The word for “witch,” veÅ¡tica, meant “deft one,” and that was what we’d been: deft in beauty, versed in its tastes and sounds and textures as it wove like a ribbon through our fingers. It was an heirloom we carried in our blood, a legacy of magic passed down from womb to womb. All the women in our family had it.”


Wicked Like a Wildfire is the first book in the Hibiscus Daughter duology by Serbian-born author Lana Popović. Let's cut to the chase and admit freely that the cover was what initially drew me to this novel. But when I read the author's name and found out that she hails from my corner of the world, I simply knew I had to buy it. The next discovery - that the story is set in my home country, even my hometown - was just an added bonus.

I have always loved fairy tales - have begged my mother to read them to me, before I went to school and started reading by myself. Over time, I went on to read more adult content, more serious and less whimsical stories, but the love for the magical never truly left. And so this novel simply sparked my adoration of whimsy back into life.

The Slavic legends about witches, the magical Montenegrin landscapes and the perfect storytelling combine to give the reader an unforgettable experience. I started reading this on early afternoon on Sunday and just couldn't put it down. I finished it by 10 pm that same day. The tale is so engrossing, the characters so real and the places so vivid I felt as if I was there with them, living it all.

The novel tells the story of two sisters, Iris (read as it's written, so /iris/)- like the flower - and Malina (again, read as /ma-lee-na/) - meaning 'raspberry'. They live in Kotor (the Italian Cattaro is used in the book) with their mother Jasmina. She is the owner of a confections store where she makes the most delicious treats, and where the two girls work shifts. Their only friends there are Jovan (a surrogate grandfather), Nevena (the girl who works in their mother's kitchen) and Luka and Nikoleta, the girls' best friends. This loneliness stems from two things: first, they are half-Japanese, as their mother got pregnant with a passing sailor from Japan; and second - they are simply different, other, their beauty too much for people to comprehend.

“It was bad luck to name a daughter after the thing that first sparked the gleam, Mama said. So I was Iris, for a flower that wasn’t hibiscus, and my sister was Malina, for a raspberry. They were placeholder names that didn’t pin down our true nature, so nothing would ever be able to summon us.”

When the girls were younger they discovered they had gifts - gleams, as they are called. They used to practice them at night with their mother - Malina's voice could sing any emotion, and Iris could make everything bloom - or fractal, as the power is called. But when an old neighbor sees them, Jasmina decides to put an end to it in order to protect them. 

Now, at seventeen, Iris is a rebel who is constantly butting heads with her mother, who sneaks out and drinks and smokes put and has sex with boys she's known for a few days. Due to misuse, her power is all but gone, and she takes up glass blowing with old Jovan as a substitute for her gift. Malina is more of a good girl - her gift is still intact, she uses it often, and her lack of interest in boys is a relief to their mother - who always warned the girls not to fall in love.

“Nothing was ever simple. There was no such thing as the one and only truth, and that too was a freedom in itself.”

Now, I must admit that I am not entirely a fan of Iris. She makes some pretty dumb life choices and it all boils down to spite. She feels inferior to her sister who still has her gleam (and whom she sees as prettier and just better) so she goes and behaves like... well, not nicely, let's say. The other issue I had was not an issue, per se - but I found all the magic more believable than the same sex relationship in the book. Sorry, but this is Montenegro, I know what we're like. In the real world the two girls would probably be physically punished and ostracized. It's unfortunate but we're a deeply patriarchal society stuck in the 19th century. Still, this aspect of the story put the idea of a more tolerant society in my mind, and I like to hope that we'll get there someday.

Then, suddenly, a woman walks into their life. Iris and Malina are befuddled by their mother's visceral reaction to this arrival and as things escalate even further, the sisters are thrust into an unknown world where they are expected to fight for themselves, their mother and... the rest of the world?
“Your beauty is a force, you know, a power all its own. It can be both sword and shield for you, and win you anything you want.”
This is a thrilling story of magic, but most importantly, a story about relationships: between siblings, between mothers and daughters, between friends and significant others. I am in love with this book and I simply cannot wait to read the second book Fierce Like a Firestorm.
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