New book pretties – Book haul

imageIt was ages (three months) ago since I bought some new books.
Since the last weeks have been pretty crap I decided to buy a couple of books to cheer me up. Well a couple translates to 13 *coughs*.

Well, I regret nothing. Turns out that when you order this many books at the same time, they come in this nice box with a lid. So now you you have somewhere to keep them in. Thanks, internet bookstore! 🙂

Another rare thing from me, other than the large number of book bought at once, is that quite a few is new releases + three hardbacks!

Anyway, here’s the full list of my new pretties:
*My Lady Jane by Cynthia Hand, Brodi Ashton & Josi Meadows (June 2016)
*Three Dark Crowns by Kendare Blake (September 2016)
*Furthermore by Tahereh Mafi (August 2016)
*The Outliers by Kimberly McCreight (May 2016)
*Tiny Pretty Things by Sona Charaipotra & Dhonielle Clayton (May 2015)
*Teardrop by Lauren Kate (October 2013)
*The Girl of Fire and Thorns by Rae Carson (September 2011)
*Beauty Queens by Libba Bray (May 2011)
*The Queen of Bright and Shiny Things by Ann Aguirre (April 2015)
*P.S. I Like You by Kasie West (July 2016)
*It Wasn’t Always Like This by Joy Preble (May 2016)
*A Week of Mondays by Jessica Brody (August 2016)
*The Last One by Alexandra Oliva (July 2016)

♥ Caroline

Journey to me #1: Likes shouldn’t equal self-worth

IMG_0233Like doesn’t equal love, and you shouldn’t base your self-worth on how many likes you have on Instagram or comments either for that matter. I know that, but it’s hard not to feel unloved when you see everyone else in your social circle gets a zillion likes and a handful of comments on the line of ‘you’re prettiest/goals’, when you get 3 likes on your selfie and no comment at all.

I try not to let it affect me, and right now it doesn’t really, some days it’s hard to see all other get’s told how pretty they are and no one tells you that. But as Melanie Martinez sings in her song Cry Baby ‘You take things so hard and then you fall apart‘.
It’s also the reason why my Facebook looks like death valley,  like there’s no pictures on there and defiantly not a selfie. Why? Because I’m so used to getting ignored and there’s no worse feeling than everyone ignoring you, and your photos, while pouring love and likes on someone else’s. So if I don’t put anything on there they can’t ignore me, right? Fool proof idea there.

But if people comments on my photos or comments on them shouldn’t matter, because then they aren’t really my friends and I shouldn’t matter. I wish I didn’t but I do, and until I feel strong enough to stand with my head held high when it comes to that kinds of things, I’ll just stay on Instagram. Hey, there at least I get some love and feel more comfortable sharing my photos and selfies. A baby step at a time, Rome wasn’t build on a day.

♥ Caroline

Review: One by Sarah Crossan

SDC10520I have never read anything by Sarah Crossan before, I haven’t even heard of her before. But when I read the premise of the book on the publishers website it sounded so interesting I needed to read it. But with no idea what to expect of it. [Read more…]

Let’s get organized

imageFor many years I had all of my make-up in an old ice cream plastic jar. Not the most glamorous or pretty thing to have it in but it prevented my make-up from laying all over the bathroom. Before all my make-up laid everywhere and it was like going on a scavenger hunt at 6am to find what I needed. Sure, having all in that jar also meant a 6am scavenger hunt for my mascara but at least now I knew that it would be in there, so I just had to keep digging. [Read more…]

Review: The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh


There has always been many to communicate to others: smoke signals, telegraphy et.c. But there’s one way that I haven’t heard about before I read this book, the Flower language. The Language of Flowers first came around during the Victorian era as way to secretly communicate with others.

All flowers means a different things, and it’s isn’t even as easy as to just give someone a rose and that’s it. Every different color of said flower has it own special meaning. Like a red rose means love but a yellow one symbols adultery. This isn’t gonna become a lesson in flowers, but I just wanted to point this out since the flower lexicon at the very end is so precious to me.
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