John Grisham needs no introduction as an author, his crime novels are world famous. Growing up my Mum had most of the books, which were inevitably passed onto me and well read. The Racketeer is not a new book, released almost 4 years ago but it was new to me. A standard John Grisham book of who has done it. The day I manage to tie all the plotlines together will be a very happy day.
Reading this did make me want to go to the Caribbean though! What is your favourite John Grisham novel? Did not realise that John Grisham was a qualified lawyer!
Another day and yet another thriller read, courtesy of The Stylist’s Thriller booklist. As previously mentioned I am sort of using that list as my summer reading, remember like the lists you used to get in school. I used to love the feeling of going shopping and getting all 6 books to read, with the new book smell and watching the books move from the to-read to read pile.
I could not put this book down, as in more or less read in the entire sitting. The idea of leaving an infant whilst at a party next door, has very similar feelings to The McAnn case. Except this case has more evidence and clues. Having suffered from mental illness, I am scared of one day (if I was to ever have kids), suffering from post natal depression. Anne (the mother of the missing baby) is an incredible character I could really relate to some of her symptoms. The whole book had me wanting to read the next page, next chapter etc. The ending sent a shiver down my spine!
Pimm’s makes everything better. Pour Pimm’s, add lemonade, add fruit and mix. Drink up and enjoy.
I tend to let the fruit soak in Pimm’s. The smell alone is enough to make me giddy. Just look at my rather mischievous smile. After an hour or so of letting the fruit soak, I add more Pimm’s and top with lemonade. Still need to get my hands on a Pimm’s jug!
However, my new favourite – Pimm’s Royale. Pimm’s topped with prosecco and a few strawberries for good measure. It’s that simple and delicious and really amazing. I tend to always have bottle of prosecco in the house but never lemonade. (Great excuse for Pimm’s!). If you want to be extra fancy, add a dash of chambord.
It’s summer, not that you can really tell in Scotland at the minute, with the constant rain and cold but summer does mean one thing, summer reading. I love easy to read thrillers and this book was no exception. From the start of the book you want Lisa to survive, yet you also want to find out how exactly she is going to use the various assets and how they will be used in tangent. Lisa is not your average run of the mill teenager as evidenced by collecting seemingly pointless assets whilst being held captive.
Beyoncé – what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Queen Bee, Lemonade, Jay-Z, Crazy In Love, Destiny’s Child, Flawless? All of the above. How about female empowerment.
On Thursday night I was in Hampden, singing my heart away to all her hits, from Formation to Baby Boy, Me, Myself and I and Who Run the World. (Answer – girls). Beyoncé was incredible, I’ve never been to a stadium concert before so didn’t know what to expect. I spent the whole time in awe, from how pitch perfect she was to how much she encouraged the audience to believe in themselves and know that they’ve made it through a breakup, or a tough time, or a hardship and that as females we can do it. Working in a male dominated industry, it was a breathe of fresh air.
Now Beyoncé can dance in a way that I never could, she just has the hips for it. But she has hips and thighs and strong legs. As a girl who runs and goes to the gym a lot, I feel big a lot and can go from loving my strong legs, to hating my lack of thigh gap. Reality check, Beyoncé does not have a thigh gap and has big strong legs too. All of her costumes accentuated her tiny waist and long legs, think leotards and thigh high boots.
So it begs the question, why do I let myself obsess over not having skinny legs, when many others don’t. Strong is the new skinny and I need to recognise that. Body Dysmorphia affects many girls, myself included. I can obsessive over how big I look in a photo, which oddly leads to a downward spiral of eating too much, then overexercising, aka not healthy. From now on, I am going to remember Queen Bee and how amazing she looked. Maybe come winter I’ll use Beyoncé as a fashion idol, and buy some thigh high boots and embrace my legs.