books · Enid Blyton · fiction

Midnight Feasts, Moon Face, Magic

I found an old copy of First Term at Malory Towers. I knew better than to open it when I was drowning in work, but bad decisions are stronger than the voice of reason. The book began with “Darrel Rivers looked at herself in the glass” and suddenly released a flood of memories. Before I… Continue reading Midnight Feasts, Moon Face, Magic


The Club Can’t Even Handle Me Right Now!

As a professional online stalker and certified creep, I’ve read a number of articles (fine, memes) on the introvert-extrovert relationship. And all I have to say to extroverts is this – you poor things. You’ve been declared shallow minded and pointlessly loud as opposed to us profound souls. Meanwhile, we maintain a thoughtful expression and… Continue reading The Club Can’t Even Handle Me Right Now!