16 Sep

Book Bugs Bite

Hello everyone. I’ve been gone… for a really, really long time. I had one helluva crazy August that included an intense one week medical course and then a three-state-seven-flights trip to the US and back home. And then two days later school.

So here I am again.

One amazing thing that happened to me in New Hamphire was my participation in the weekly talent show in World Fellowship Center, where I read – for the first time ever in my life – my poem The Things No One Told Me in front of an actual audience. It was amazing. I was nervious and shaky and I didn’t look up from my page, which I’m sorry for, but I DID IT. I never in my life thought I’d have the courage. I was still debating dropping it about a second before my name was called.

Also, my mom read one of…

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16 Sep

I am floating on a cloud.

I can soar.

I can fly.

I am unstoppable.


They reach out.

I take their hand.

I want to pull them up too.

They trick me.

I am falling down.

I crash head-first into the ground.


This is reality, they say.

It hurts, I reply.

That’s life, they laugh.


They cuff my ankles.

Round the left is a chain with a metal ball marked RESPONSIBILITIES.

Round the right is a chain with a metal ball marked EXPECTATIONS.


Whenever I try jumping the weight pulls me down.

They tell me I am all alone.


That is a lie.


Everyone around me is cuffed, just like me.

I lift up your chains.

You lift up mine.


We cannot fly


together we can run.

Miscalculated Literary Love Equations

22 Jun

By Hadas

*inspired by The Number of People Who Meet on Airplanes by David Levithan

We were reading the same book. I turned to her and pointed that out.

“Hello. My name is David. We’re reading the same book.”

She smiled. I told her “I love this book. Do you love it too?”

She nodded.

I thought that if I loved this book and she loved this book than maybe we could love each other. Maybe this shared love for this shared thing could exist between the lovers, even without the loved.

I asked her if she would like to join me for dinner.

She said yes.

I prepared the best meal I’d ever cooked in my life and bought the wine with the most foreign sounding name. She would ask “What wine is this?” and I would answer “Chateau Bonnet Entre-Deux-Mers” as if it were the name of my only child. I would ignore the fact that I’d named my only cat Bob. If she’d ask what it meant I’d say “Google Translate had no answer. If it’s beyond Google, it’s beyond our wildest dreams.”

She arrived. I wore my best suit and she wore her best dress. We sat face to face across the table. She’d brought her own copy of our shared love and she placed it beside mine. You couldn’t tell the difference between the two. We discussed the characters in the novel, the plot, the writing.

Eventually we moved to the living room. We sat side by side in armchairs, sipping our Google-defeater wine in small sips. I asked her what she thought about the fact that we both loved the book. She said her cousin loved it too. In fact, she had been the one to recommend it, after being given the book as a present from her boyfriend, who loved it as well.

I told her of my theory. If she loved it and I loved it then maybe we could love each other.

She told me I’d gotten the math wrong. If she loved it and it loved me then maybe that would work. But both of us loving it meant nothing. We both loved chocolates, and so did the serial killer convicted last week and so did her dog and her best friend’s brother. She told me that when she loved a book, she loved the writer – not the reader.

She said she had to go. She told me she’d had a lovely evening. Before she left she took a book from the table. She left without even telling me her last name. She didn’t know mine.

When I opened my book in bed I realized she’d taken the wrong copy. The bookmark wasn’t in the right place. It was at a page I had not reached yet.  I wondered what would happen if I just started to read from that point, instead of returning to where I was and finding out what happened in between. I decided I’d just have to find her again and ask her to tell me what I’d missed.

I started writing the next morning. I spent the next year writing. I wrote every single day. The only breaks I took were for eating, showering, sleeping, and finishing our shared love.

When I was done I contacted a publisher. I found a small bookstore that agreed to support my debut novel and put it in the front window of their store. Surprisingly, the book picked up. I started getting calls, asking if I’d write another. I was emailed with a request to turn my book into a movie. One day I was asked to host a book signing at the bookstore that first took me in.

I sat in my chair and signed the books placed in front of me. Sometimes I didn’t even bother looking up. I scribbled my name over and over, until it barely meant anything at all.

The signing event was wrapping up. I’d already begun to cap my pen when suddenly another book was set in front of me. I was surprised; I had thought the last person really was last.

I looked up. The shock registered clearly on her face.

“It’s you,” she said simply.

“It’s me,” I replied.

“I loved it,” she said.

“I wrote it,” I said.

She understood.

I couldn’t wait to find out what I’d missed.


2 Jun

She stood there, at the top. She spread her arms out and lifted her face to the sky. The wind swirled around her, pulling at her hair. She was alone. It was perfect for her. No worries, nothing wrong. People always complicated things.

After a minute, she dropped to the ground and lay on her back, her eyes still closed. And yet, something was missing. What was it? She thought. It was quiet, no one bothering her, asking her for a favor or demanding she come help them. And yet, she could feel it in her bones – that missing thing. She sat up and opened her eyes. With one hand she reached out to grab something – something that wasn’t there. She was human, after all, and we humans cannot survive alone. Maybe alone wasn’t equivalent to perfection. Maybe, to find perfection, we need another person.

She quickly got up and started walking down the hill. No use looking for heaven all alone. 

Shine On Award!

2 Jun

Shine On AwardAs I mentioned yesterday, I was nominated for two awards – the Liebster Award and the Shine On Award. Both had people to nominate, questions to answer, info to share and so I decided to give them each a seperate post. (Liebster post here.)

I’d like to thank The Paperbook Blog for nominating me. I discovered her blog after reading her About Me page which brought a smile to my face, so you should go check it out!

I obviously accept this award and am honored to recieve it. Now for seven things about me.

  1. My cat’s name is Sushi.
  2. I am bilingual.
  3. I wish I had an Australian accent.
  4. I hvae a pizza-slice-shaped doll.
  5. I quit reading The Series of Unfortunate events halfway through the thirteenth and final book.
  6. I wrote a letter to Harry Potter and another to JK Rowling in 3rd grade.
  7. I have five ear piercings.

Now, I’m not sure I can possibly find 15 people to nominate. I’ve already done like five yesterday for my Liebster Award post. I’ll try my best.

  1. Playing Jokers (she’s also a NICE PERSON, and explained to me things I didn’t get when I was still just a beginner book blogger)
  2. Savidge Reads
  3. “I Said I Don’t Know.”– and Other Answers to Hard Questions (this link leads to an amazing post by this blogger)
  4. Thought Catalog
  5. Listful Thinking

Well, along with my other award I’ve covered ten blogs, so that should be okay, right?

Unfortunately I wasn’t getting much views on this blog till I got these awards and so I never even followed many poetry blogs in the first place. Maybe you guys can recommend some? That would be great! I tend to follow book blogs because of my own book blog called Book Bugs Bite.

So, to wrap it up, I am so happy I’ve been nominated and it means so much that Jayde-Ashe over at The Paperbook Blog said she loved my blog!

I’ll do my best to notify everyone I’ve nominated as soon as possible, and I’ll post more poetry soon. This week has been a great one.

The Liebster Award!

1 Jun

So today I found out that there are blog awards and then I was nominated for one! Two actually, so I’ll make two seperate posts for ‘em. Now, apparently there are things I’m supposed to… do, as part of getting these. The first step is to put the logo of the award in my post, however WordPress is insisting on NOT LETTING ME ADD THE IMAGE so I’ll try to fix that later.

*describes logo instead – I ❤ Liebster Award image*

Now I must accept the nomination. Well, I ACCEPT. And then link back to lovely Ms. The Professional Eavesdropper who nominated me and made my week.

I also need to nominate more blogs, preferrably ones with less than 200 followers, which is going to be a bit complicated because I don’t know how many of those I follow.

But first off, I’m supposed to share seven things about me so here we go!

  1. I really, REALLY, REALLY hate persimmons.
  2. The first persuasion essay I ever wrote was in 3rd grade and it was to convince my mom to get me a pet monkey.
  3. I am a twin.
  4. I have a 90210 poster on my closet and I haven’t watched that show in years but it’s the first poster I ever put up and I can’t get myself to remove it.
  5. I own a Hilary Duff CD.
  6. My ringtone has been Pocketfull of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield since the day I watched Easy A for the first time, which was over two and a half years ago.
  7. I have a Vincent Van Gogh shaped eraser.

Now, for the nominations. Thing is, I also run a book blog called Book Bugs Bite here on WordPress and so I follow a ton of book blogs. And I can’t find many that have less than 200. So here are some good-might-be-slightly-popular-I-hope-that’s-not-cheating blogs.

  1. Well Strike Me Down With A Ham Sandwich
  2. The Broke and the Bookish
  3. Bookkaholic
  4. The Librarian Who Doesn’t Say “Shhh”

I’m not so sure – am I supposed to answer the questions listed there? No clue. LET’S DO IT. Actually, LET’S DO ONLY THE ONES I FEEL LIKE ANSWERING. You guys, by now it should be clear that following me is sort of… an adventure! I actually have a lot less freedom writing here because it’s almost always poetry, whereas on my other blog I can review and talk about things, so you still don’t know how… odd I am.

1. What is your favourite book?

Really? ONE? ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I REFUSE TO CHOOSE ONE. I’ll settle for… five?

  • The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
  • Beauty Queens, Libba Bray
  • Hitchhiker’s Guide Series, Douglas Adams
  • Mysterious Skin, Scott Heim
  • The Time Traveler’s Wife, Audrey Niffenegger

2. Do you prefer cooking for yourself, or others?

I don’t know how to make an omelette. I hope that’s a clear enough answer.

3. One place you would love to travel to?

Hm. Somewhere with lots of extreme sports for tourists. Or crazy-ass record breaking amusement park rides. Or a pilgrimmage to Douglas Adams’s grave… yeah just forget I said that.

So again, thank you so much lovely Julia for this lovely nomination!


1 Jun

I’ve been nominated by two lovely bloggers for two awards – The Leibster Award and the Shine On Award! With both of these I have a “mission” to complete and I’ll be posting those soon, maybe even today!

Thank you so much to The Paperbook Blog for the Shine On Award and to The Professional Eavesdropper for the Leibster Award! I am honored! You’ve made my day!

Go check ’em out, folks.