Liely's Guilty Pleasures

Okay. It's actually not a real review. It's just what I think after I'm done with the book. And this one, needs recording so that I could ponder about them in the future. Just done reading RAW by Belle Aurora. One word, people. Miserable .          I have to start with the good things about this story first. Number one, the book got some effing potential and to be honest a brilliant setting.  Number two, I love the humour. That's it . Being dropped by your stalker is pretty bad. I mean he watches you week-in, week-out for almost a year, and then you have sex and he’s like ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. We no longer require your position as victim. Don’t call us; we’ll call you. It’s not you…it’s me. We’re just at different stages of our stalker/stalkee relationship. I need space .’   How pathetic are you? You’re actually ticked off that your stalker is no longer skulking around in the shadows. That’s just…pitiful. -- Lexi, RAW.     ...

I am lost in a mountain of books. Romance books that is. And I haven't felt so right to be in this element.           I am in a streak of great books for a couple of weeks now. This Man Trilogy , Real series by Katy Evans and Fixed Trilogy . All of them, made my life felt like in heaven. Jesse Ward. Remington 'Remy' Tate and Hudson Pierce. All of them made my day and I've been breathing fresh air every time I flip a new page of the book. Oh, how I fell in love at first sight with the three of them... I can't wait for another fictional male character swept me off my feet like the three of these men has done.           Let's talk a little bit about them, shall we?          First, Jesse Ward. Though he owned a sex club, he was a decent guy, you know? Christian Grey sounded more like the owner of The Manor than he did. And his love for kids, just made me loves him more. Although, seriously Jesse? You want to t...

I am eighteen starting today! Wow, I can't believe that I'm eighteen now. So much has changed. 10 years ago or so, I always wondered how an eighteen-year-old me would look like, and surprisingly I can't think of anything significantly different from an eight-year-old me and an eighteen-year-old me. Of course, I am no longer naive (well, maybe still a little naive), I've understood something more about life and the people around me and obviously I've gone through puberty eight years ago (a lot has changed since this one in particular). But still, not much has changed. I am still me. Just a little better. An enhanced version of me from 10 years ago. You must be thinking, 'An eight-year-old girl knows nothing about the world than an eighteen-year-old one does' but you're wrong. In fact, I love the younger version of me. Sometimes I think she's more mature and rational than I am. Hence, the reason. The silly idiotic unreasonable reason why sometimes I ...

Happy New Year 2014!           Happy New Year, guys! May the odds be ever in your favor this year.           For this year, I just want to get through the day when my SPM result comes out in this March. Then, I wanna choose the best profession for my career. I want to do something with editorial or publishing . Well, we'll see. Though, I'm also considering architecture . Mass Communication is my next option. Hmm... Maybe I should just be a teacher? A doctor? I hate biology. Hmm.. Engineering ?           Robin Thicke is on the radio now. Damn Blurred Lines! Hey hey hey!! Everybody get up!           Anyway, I'll think about it later. I've got two months and a half to think about that.           Happy New Year again and I hope I am on a more stable place next year, giving the same greetings, putting another picture for 2015 New Year ( Oh, Fifty...