Oh my great,

A few weeks ago I have read The Great Gadsby, novel written by Mr Fitzgerald. I have no intention to spit on the great American litterature of this ludic early 20th centenry. But at the moment I finally closed the book after 2 enduring hours of intense reading. Satisfaction was not there. Almost disappointment eluded my mind.

At the first line of this book, I was already forseen this jazy fresh new way of life, I was ready to enter this Art deco world and enjoy an explicit literature. However it wasn't there. I disliked the characters, and found Francis Scott quite pretentious in his style of writing. If his intentions were to disgust us of the vain world of New York West egg, of its urban organisations,cocktail  of people and place, lively nights and land of ash- he was defiantly successful. Netherless I cannot deny his magnificent metaphors and elaborated techniques were just blowing my mind and I am proud to say I now understand the meaning behind his epithet of American Master.

The main character  Nick Carrawa, a narrator. was only a glim of present and you would zigzag into his monthly encounters with Mr Gatsby or other characters.  Not many thoughts, perceptions or colour. Nick had the "emotional insight of a goldfish whose owner left a book of Freud case studies open on the credenza beside the tank". (quote by James Wolcott) There was just not emotion it was all blurry, a pure mist representing the corruption of American's Dream. The other characters, I dare not to speak of. All hostile. They were 


I am guessing F. Scott Fitzgerald is not for me.


However a few days ago, I watched the film, durected by Jack Clayton... you guessed it. I feel in love with Robert Redford playing Jay Gatsby. Breath taking gorgeous. The film made sense to a book that didnt. There was emotions...


If any of you read "The Great Gatsby" what are your thoughts about it? 

The ecstasy of a sparrow.

Hello dear readers, 

I am back from the long and tired time of my life when exams mostly occupies the land. I am happy to announce with comfort that I am going to escape from the extreme (exaggerating) revision sessions I had- for a few... huh... days? And yes I will unfortunately be again dragged back into this unending GCSE examination. 

Nevertheless this does not stop be from enjoying the writing words. Here is a book I enjoyed very much.

How can I start this review? Well everything has a beginning so I may start from it... The book is called Miss Pettigrew lives for a day. For the one who have not yet read it or enjoyed its version as a moving image featuring the charming Miss Amy Adams- The story is set like a fairytale meets 1938's London. It inflict  a middle-aged, strait-laced vicar's daughter and governess Guinevere Pettigrew. Who has always lived her life in restrain, watching it with a far and bewildered gaze. One day (like most story begins) after being fired from her 4th job she went back to the employment agency. Miss Pettigrew leaves the office, knowing this is her last chance, with an assignment intended for a colleague, unaware that flamboyant American singer/actress Delysia Lafosse wants a social secretary rather than a nanny. Miss Pettigrew discovers herself a new door opened to an exciting splashy world- where young women juggles with 3 intended lovers and delicate affairs. 

This is a charming novel and absolutely demented which will make titter with ecstasy. The story of a woman who always thought to be behind and not destined to a joyful end, let is go of herself. Breaking through like a phoenix confident, eccentric and shine with gaudy character. A real story about self-satisfaction teaching that age does not matter for happiness.

To read now!