The realm of possibility

Dear reader,

I’m not really sure what to think about this book. It felt a bit weir when I finished it.
It’s not a book that I would normally choose to read. It has almost no punctuation at all. Only a few stories do. And note how I call them stories instead of chapters.

There are five parts to the book and (correct me if I’m wrong), every part has five stories. Every story belongs to a different person. At times it was easy to link them to one another (Jed and Daniel), but most of the time it didn’t make any sense at all.
It also didn’t really get to me that easily, because it wasn’t really written like a real story. It had a bit of a poetic strike to it. And it took me quite a while to find a nice way to read it.

But this doesn’t mean it was a bad book. There were parts that I really liked. Like the alphabetic story.

I also collected a few quotes from the book that I really liked.

I can’t pretend to know how to smoke. I just do it.
I can’t pretend to know what love is. It just is.

Page 7

And he says he doesn’t know what to do and I suggest he just give up on me and he says ‘That’s not an option’.

Page 24

Hours cannot measure what I feel housed inside me like a caged tiger.
How strange it feels to talk about it.
How was I planning to get through this alone?

Page 110

Loss takes a much ass love does, sometimes more.
Low voices still say it was my fault.
Lures of truth turn out to be hooks.

Page 113

Notice how fickle feelings can be.
Now I’m better, now I’m worse.
Nowhere is written how to deal with this.

Page 116

Seesaw through the haze.
Sing out all the doubts you ever had.
Singe the memories, because the are the things that get lost in the fire.

Page 116/117

How to be alone

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

Page 180

All in all it was a special book. For one, because it was the first one in the Smaxx series. And secondly because it made me feel so diverted.

So Maxx, thank you for making me read this. And I saved you a quote. When reading this, I immediately thought of you. Cause you make me happy.

There is no word for our kind of friendship.
Two people who don’t see each other much, but can make each other effortlessly happy.

Page 195

See you in February.

Much love,



30 Signs You Like Books More Than You Like People

This is so true!

Thought Catalog

1. You have a love/hate relationship with the concept of an eBook. On the one hand, how dare you remove that most visceral of pleasures, the turning of pages, the smell of books, the way they greet you so happily when you come home and see your bookshelf…

2. But then you try to take five really heavy books with you on vacation and you’re like, okay, I get it.

3. Any bag you buy has one major rule: will it fit your wallet, your phone, your keys, a pair of sunglasses, and a book? Clutches need not apply.

4. You welcome the idea of someone giving you a book for the holidays, even though it is the kind of present that may have once made the 5 year-old you shudder with disappointment. You didn’t know any better as a child. You have since repented. (Read: books cost how much?!)

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The Smaxx Project

Dear reader,

Last December I announced a new project called The Smaxx Project. Now Maxx and I finally got our books, so this adventure can finally begin!



During our little ‘meeting’ today, we also chose our book for February! It’s called It’s kind of a funny story and it is written by Ned Vazzini. You can find a summary here!

Right.. I think it’s time for me to start reading.

Much love,


No small talk for me

Dear reader,

Sometimes the small things in life are the hardest.

I’m currently at my (hopefully) last internship where I work as a web editor. There’s a lot that I have yet to learn and I know the names of approximately two per cent of the people I work with. I don’t know the city, I get lost easily and I’m not very good at making new friends.

I was easy for me to talk to strangers, but this last year has been quite difficult. I’ve noticed that I’m a lot quieter and I don’t talk as easily as I used to. I’m not good at small talk, I don’t want to sound stupid when I say something, so I think a lot. And I don’t know any of these people.

It’s not like I’m scared of them, ‘cause they’re all so nice. I just can’t find the right words to say. It’s all so overwhelming.

It’s scary to be the ‘new one’, but someone’s got to do it and it will pass. And until then… I’ll just try my hardest and do what I can.

Much love,