Friday 25 December 2015

Bookmas Day 12 — Printable Goodies and Merry Christmas


On the twelfth day of Bookmas, the book blogger gave to me, a printable gift set, a festive photo shoot, a Christmas short story, a year overview, a review for the reading, a bit of Hide & Seek, some festive reads, a post about films, reading recipes, comic book thoughts, a list of writing tips and a book rec for a mystery

MERRY CHRISTMAS! It is most definitely Christmas Day where I live, here in Australia, and so I am celebrating with my family and probably eating way too much pudding.

Anyways, I thought that it would be fitting for me to give you guys a gift, considering it is the holiday season and this year has been amazing, and I'd like to thank you all. So I have concocted a few little printable bookmarks that you can download from this link here. On the PDF there's instructions and such, so I really hope you enjoy these and that they serve you well!

The bookmarks are not Christmas themed, so that not only can you use them all year round, but if you don't celebrate Christmas, you can still use them!

Bookmas has officially ended for 2015... I hope you have enjoyed! If you've been busy and haven't been keeping up (I know I struggled!) in this post I will have the links to every single Bookmas post from this year shortly after Christmas. Otherwise, you can just scroll through my recent posts.

I hope you all have a spectacular Christmas, New Years and whole holiday season. Thank you so much for making this year incredible, and I'm looking forward to another year of amazing books and drowning in puddles of feels.

Now, go eat some pudding.

Lily xo

Thursday 24 December 2015

Bookmas Day 11 — My True Love Gave To Me Photoshoot

On the eleventh day of Bookmas, the book blogger gave to me, a festive photo shoot, a Christmas short story, a year overview, a review for the reading, a bit of Hide & Seek, some festive reads, a post about films, reading recipes, comic book thoughts, a list of writing tips and a book rec for a mystery

This post has been anticipated (by myself, at least) since December 12th last year. Yes, it is time for the long awaited My True Love Gave To Me photoshoot. For those who are unaware, this book is my favourite Christmas novel so far, and last year, I ordered it from Dymocks online (first mistake) so that it would come in time for me to do a cute photo shoot for Christmas. I must also say that Dymocks guaranteed me it would come before Christmas. Yeah. January 11 is definitely before Christmas. NEXT Christmas, that is. Sorry, as you can tell I'm still pretty bitter about it.

My Christmas post from last year reviews each story individually, and also addresses my undying frustration with the delivery of the book. Anyways, the reason I wanted to do a photo shoot so badly was because this book is so incredibly gorgeous. It's the prettiest book I own. And so without further ado, I will show you just why it was so important to make this post.










Isn't it just so so so pretty *love heart eyes*! This book is a blessing to Christmas everywhere. I hope you, too, have been blessed with these images of My True Love Gave To Me and that you have a wonderful Christmas Eve <3

You can let me know your thoughts in the comments below or via any of my socials. If you'd like to contact me for business, book recs, or just to chat, my email (mywordsarearrows@gmail.com) is always accepting!

Have a wonderful night, and I'll see you tomorrow for the final day of Bookmas!

Lily xo

Bookmas Day 10 — A Christmas Short Story

On the tenth day of Bookmas, the book blogger gave to me, a Christmas short story, a year overview, a review for the reading, a bit of Hide & Seek, some festive reads, a post about films, reading recipes, comic book thoughts, a list of writing tips and a book rec for a mystery

It is so close to Christmas now, I can really feel it! I hope you are all getting into the Christmas spirit and eating lots of delicious food, singing carols and getting excited for presents! Today I have a little present for you guys. This is actually the first time I've ever done this, so I'm a little nervous!

What I am giving you today is a fully completed Christmas-themed short story written by me. Yep, and entire 3,500 word short story filled with cutesy Christmas feels, unlucky characters and hilarity. I have been working on this since I started planning Bookmas, and I'm so so so excited to share it with you. The story is about possibly one of the worst scenarios you can get yourself into at Christmas: getting locked in a shopping centre bathroom.

Without further ado, here is the story! I really hope you all enjoy it :)


Perhaps if I hadn’t decided that last minute Christmas shopping was a fantastic idea, I wouldn’t be in this mess. Perhaps if I hadn’t spent weeks putting it off and off. Perhaps if I hadn’t been playing Angry Birds on my phone for hours whilst I waited in the catastrophic pre-Christmas lines. Or perhaps if all my professors had laid off the homework in the last week before Christmas break, too. If I’d had more time.

But there’s really no use complaining now. Especially considering I’m trapped in a shopping centre toilet stall on Christmas Eve, when I should be at home with my family. I wonder where they think I am. Do they think I’d blow off family dinner? I hope not.

There’s going to be no nice way to recount this story. It’s the type of story they’ll either die laughing over or die crying over. When you get yourself into a situation like this, there’s really no living it down.

And it began earlier yesterday, when I realized it was almost Christmas Eve, and I’d bought neither presents nor the groceries required to make the dish I’d said I would for family dinner. It’s not completely out of character for me to be this unorganized, let me tell you. Let anyone tell you. But, it being my first Christmas after having moved out of home and into a dingy little studio apartment close to my university, I figured my family would cut me some slack.

The plan was to hit the shops ASAP, and be home with time to spare to whip up a delicious potato salad. I was going to conquer Christmas shopping this year. Today was going to be combat shopping — not for the faint of heart.

But this, of course, never came about. After a long sleep in and a few hours of trying (and failing… multiple times) to make French toast as a special Christmas Eve breakfast, it was suddenly the afternoon. What can I say, I never was very good at time management. And then, once I finally realized the time and raced out of my apartment, my Great Aunt Hilda, a notorious talker with a penchant for tall tales, decided it was time for our yearly Christmas phone call.

And lo and behold, it wasn’t until late afternoon before I made it even into the shopping centre. Which I suppose began the start of the calamitous afternoon I’d had.

Now, as I sit in a toilet stall, bags of gifts around me, it pains me to think of where I should be. And how my own stupidity got me here.

I’d rushed into the bathroom just as the centre was closing (you’d think most shopping centres would be open late on Christmas Eve. Nope, not ours. Typical). The security guards had just done their sweep of the bathrooms, and one who took pity on me let me in and said, “Be quick.”

But the security guards never came back. Well, they never heard my cries for help, at least. Because the stall I entered, bundling in with all my various shopping bags, just so happened to be the stall that jammed. Jammed beyond the point of my brute force.

I remember the feeling of the panic setting in, as I threw my body weight against the door and it still wouldn’t budge. I screamed and screamed before I realized — my phone. Of course. I called my mum first, because I thought I better explain why I wasn’t at family dinner. No answer. Typical. I’m stranded in a closed shopping centre toilet, and my mother still cannot answer her phone.

I go to call the emergency services, wondering if they even work on Christmas Eve (no, but they’d have to, right? Danger doesn’t take a break for Christmas. I think?), but my phone blanks. Battery. I’ve never been so unfortunate on one single day in my life. Perhaps I get some good karma for this. Perhaps this is bad karma for everything I’ve done this year (maybe once I get out of here, I’ll apologise to my professor for that one time I fell asleep in his lecture…).

My throat hurts from screaming. I try to listen for noises outside the toilet. Maybe there’s a security guard who’s doing circles around the centre, looking for burglars or stray shoppers or Santa Claus. Maybe I’ll get lucky.

I’ve eaten through my sister’s chocolate Christmas house I was planning to give her tonight. Not now, I think, as I nibble one of the last bits. It doesn’t nearly fill me up. The thought of Christmas ham and potatoes and green beans makes me feel lightheaded. Why, oh why, do I have to be stuck here and not at Christmas dinner?

Then, I hear a shuffling outside the door. My heart starts racing. “Hello!” I yell. “Hey! Please help! I’m stuck in here!”

A squeaking sound. Footsteps. I keep yelling out.

“Who’s in there?” someone asks. It’s at this point where I wonder whether this was the best decision. This person could be a burglar. Or worse, a murderer. Or better, Santa Claus. That would almost make this worth it, just for the story. But I’m more concerned about the murderer possibility.

“Um… Hi. My name’s Noël. I’m stuck in this stall,” I say carefully. “Who are you?”

I hear a chuckle from outside. “What an icebreaker we’ve got here,” the voice says. I can gauge that the person is most likely male. And youngish (hopefully). What he’s doing in a closed shopping centre, I have no idea, but I’m pretty thankful. As long as the aforementioned murderer thing doesn’t become a reality.

“My name’s Oliver,” the voice says. I hear footsteps over to in front of my stall, and I can see his scuffed Oxfords under the door.

“As lovely as it is to be acquainted with your voice and shoes, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind helping me escape from this stall,” I ask.

Oliver laughs. “That should be fine. But you owe me the story behind how you got here once we free you,” he replies.

I roll my eyes. “Sure. Just pull on the door. I’m going to push against it. On three… two… one!” I push against the door with all my might, and I can feel it give a little.

“Hey, Noël?” Oliver says through the door. “Why didn’t you use your mobile phone to call for help? Surely you have one.”

I push hard against the door. “It died, unbelievably enough. Fun fact about me: I am the unluckiest person alive.”

“It seems so. This door really is stuck,” Oliver mutters, breathing heavily. “How does a door even get this jammed?”

“Honestly?” I huff, getting ready to push again. “I have no idea. Could only happen to me. Are you ready to go again? Three… two… one!”

After a few more minutes of intensive door unjamming, the door flies open, sending me tumbling out the front of the stall and into Oliver.

“We did it!” I exclaim, stepping away from him and doing a little victory dance. “I’m freed!”

Oliver chuckles. I retrieve my shopping bags. “How long were you in there?” he asks, looking into the stall that was previously my almost-death chamber.

“A few hours. What time is it?” I reply, washing my hands vigorously. I had previously taken for granted just how nice freedom is.

Oliver gapes. Only now do I actually take in his appearance. He’s tallish, with a mess of dark brown hair that looks like it needs a haircut, and he looks no more than a little older than me. His eyes are wide and brown, full of mischief. But I feel like I knew that from his voice. He wears nice clothes, clothes that look like they might have been expensive, but there’s something off about him that I just can’t put my finger on.

“It’s almost midnight! How did you survive in there for that long?” he asks incredulously.

I smile and hold up my shopping bags. “Thankfully I had some presents to eat.”

He grins. “You’re like the Bear Grylls of shopping. Let’s get out of here. I think we’ve both spent too much time in the ladies’ restroom for one day,” he says, grabbing some of the shopping bags from me and holding the bathroom door open.

Freedom is beautiful, I think, as I skip around the centre, twirling and giggling. The shopping centre looks so empty and dark. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

And then I realise — I’m stranded in a closed shopping centre on Christmas Eve with a strange boy I’ve only just met. Just like most things in my life, there is nothing normal about this situation. I wonder what my family are doing right now. They’d have finished dinner, and the kids would be asleep on the couches. Wrapping paper would be strewn all over the floor, and the adults would pass around eggnog and laugh at old stories.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Oliver asks, dropping my shopping bags at the base of the nearby fountain. If it were opening hours, the fountain would be bubbling, but it’s not. It’s asleep, and we should be, too.

“Nothing. I need to — I need to go,” I say, grabbing my bags and heading for the entrance. “Thank you for your help!” I call over my shoulder.

Oliver sits lazily on the edge of the fountain. “I don’t think you’ll be very successful in leaving the centre right now,” he yells after me.

The murderer thing pops back into my head. I try to flick it away. I turn back to him, but I don’t’ walk towards him. “Why?”

“The shopping centre’s closed, Noël,” he says. “The doors all lock.”

I let out a sigh, and tears start to well in my eyes. “So I’m stuck in here on Christmas Eve,” I say quietly. My words bounce around the empty centre.

I slowly walk back over to the fountain, and I sit next to Oliver. “There are worse nights to be stuck here,” he replies. “At least during Christmas there’s nice little decorations and stuff.” I wonder why he’s been stuck in a shopping centre before. I wonder why he’s stuck in one now.

“Why are you here, Oliver? Where are you supposed to be?” I say, dipping my hand into the fountain. I pull out a coin from the floor and flip it in my hands.

“What do you mean, where am I supposed to be?” Oliver says. “I’m here right now. That’s clearly where I’m supposed to be.”

“Well, I’m meant to be with my family. Having Christmas dinner. Surely you’re meant to be somewhere. And how did you get stuck in here in the first place?” I ask.

Olive fiddles with a loose thread on his shirt. “Let’s play a game,” he says. I stare at him. “I get to ask you a question, and if you answer it, you get to ask me one. If you forfeit, I keep asking questions until you answer one. And then we swap.”

I nod slowly. “Okay then.”


“I’ll start easy. How old are you?” he asks.

“Eighteen. And you?”

He smiles. “Nineteen. My turn again. Why were you shopping right before your family dinner?”

I scoff. “Because I’m not very good with time management. Are you a murderer?”

This time, he actually laughs. Laughs at me. I would feel embarrassed, but can he really blame me for asking? Then again, if he were a murderer, would he actually tell me? Now I’m regretting asking.

“Yes, Noël. I am. However, it’s Christmas so I’m taking a break from my normal murder schedule. Evil’s gotta celebrate the birth of Christ too, you know,” he says, amused. “Why do you think I might be a murderer?”

I shrug. “Because you’re in a closed shopping centre helping young girls escape from jammed bathroom stalls. Now, why are you in a closed shopping centre?” I ask. I’m still not convinced that he’s not a murderer. I am not an expert in teenage boys, but I would imagine that most of them would be required to, if not wanting to, spend Christmas with their families.

“Ahhh, now there’s a question I’d like to forfeit. But considering you think I’m a murderer I should probably fill in that blank for you,” he says, pausing. I wonder what would make him end up here, of all places. “Well, Christmas in my family isn’t your normal, happy-family, let’s-sit-around-the-hearth-and-laugh-at-good-old-times Christmas. Lots of yelling. Throwing things. And you could say that my parents aren’t especially fond of me.”

I suddenly feel incredibly sympathetic for this boy, who is hiding in a shopping centre on Christmas to avoid his family. It’s kind of devastating. “I’m sorry, Oliver,” I say, but it doesn’t come close to expressing how I feel. I now understand why his outfit looked a little off. He’s clearly been wearing it for a few days.

He shakes his head. “Don’t be. I’ve come here to hide out a lot over the years. It’s not that hard to sneak into here. And it’s quite peaceful. I’m surprised more runaways don’t crash here.”

There’s a pause. It’s funny that we’ve known each other for only half an hour, but we’re both stuck here, on one of the biggest holidays of the year, alone, and so we’ve forged an odd bond. Also, there’s the fact he saved me from death in a toilet stall. Always a good trust building exercise.

“Okay, my turn. What would you be doing right now, if you hadn’t been locked in a toilet stall?” he asks.
I think for a minute. “Well, it’s almost midnight, so most of my extended family would be leaving. My aunties and cousins and such. My parents and grandparents and I would probably stay up watching Home Alone or something, and my siblings would go to bed. I’d make tea and eggnog and we’d stay up and laugh and set up presents for the next day,” I say. The whole thing makes my chest ache. “This is the first Christmas I will have missed.”

“Don’t you think your parents would have called the police or gone looking for you or something?” Oliver asks.

I smile. “Not your turn, Oliver. But yeah, I think they might’ve. They wouldn’t think to check here,” I sigh. “Anyways. My turn. Do you know anywhere I can get food in here?”

In response, Oliver grins cheekily and stands up. He holds out his hand. “I’m so glad you asked that,” he says. “Come with me, Noël.”

I slowly raise my hand to his, and he leads me through the empty, echoing corridors. Christmas lights glitter from where they hang on the ceiling. It’s a bit spooky, but it’s also strangely beautiful.

“Where are you taking me? I seriously hope you aren’t going to murder me,” I say.

“Nope, no murder tonight. Just dinner,” he replies. Then, we stop abruptly. “Welcome to my personal restaurant.”

He gestures to a wall full of vending machines. I’ve never been down this end of the shopping centre before, with all the children’s play areas and fitness clubs. Seems strange to put the vending machines here, but I’ll take any food at the moment.

“What do you normally have for Christmas dinner, Noël?” he says. I like the way he says my name. Maybe it’s Christmas looming, but it seems more magical. Noël. Like it is its own little carol.

I smile. “Ham, and turkey. Roast beef. The best potatoes in the world,” I reply.

He pulls out loose coins from his pocket. “Potatoes, that I can do,” he says, sliding a coin into one of the machines and punching the numbers in. Out comes a few packs of potato chips. “And perhaps some dessert?”

He turns to the next machine and retrieves some chocolate bars. “I’d say we’ve got a Christmas Eve dinner fit for royalty.” He grins, bundling up the food in his long arms. I keep thinking he’s going to drop something, but he doesn’t.

“And I know exactly where to eat it.”

Oliver leads me across the entire centre and up several flights of stairs, but it’s worth it when we arrive. We’re on the roof, a little balcony lookout that belongs to the rooftop café (turns out cafés aren’t that hard to break into when closed. Oliver even nicks a few muffins from the windows). And the view of the city is incredible. Not only are the glowing lights an art form in their own right, but accompanied by the rainbow assortment of Christmas lights glittering all over, it’s positively enchanting. It takes my breath away.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Oliver says, passing me some chips. “I come up here sometimes, when I want to be alone. But it’s quite incredible during Christmastime.”

“Alone?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I’m not normally with anyone. You’re the first — the first person I’ve ever really hung out with here, after hours.”

I smile. I can see him watching me out of the corner of my eye, but I can’t move my gaze from the lights. “Then I suppose it isn’t all bad that I’m stuck here, then.”

I finally look back to him, and he’s smiling, too. His face is lit softly by all the shining lights. We’re silent for a while as we eat and watch the silent city. It’s true, strangely enough, what they say about the night before Christmas. It’s quieter than I’ve ever seen it. Very few cars, no people wandering the streets. It’s incredibly peaceful.

“It’s after midnight, Noël,” he whispers. We’re really quite close now, and I move closer to hear him well. “Merry Christmas.”

I lean my head against his shoulder. “Merry Christmas, Oliver.”

And with the quietness of the world, and Oliver as my pillow, I fall asleep.

***

“Noël! Noël! Wake up!” I hear. As I slowly open my eyes, I can see Oliver gently shoving me awake.

I groan. “What? What is it?” I murmur.

Oliver pulls me up. Discarded chip bags fly around the balcony with the wind. “I just thought of something! We’re going to get you out of here. Your Christmas is not yet ruined!”

I rub my eyes as Oliver leads me off the balcony and back through the centre. “Oliver! What is it? How are we getting out?”

He grins. “The payphone! I only just thought about it. If they don’t bother switching off the vending machines, perhaps they don’t bother switching the payphone off, either!”

I’m suddenly very awake. “You’re a genius! I’m going to get home for Christmas!”

Oliver laughs. “Yes, you are!”

We practically skip the rest of the way there, back past the fountain and my discarded shopping bags, and past the bathroom I was stuck in hours earlier.

Oliver jams some of his leftover coins into the phone and I punch in my parent’s home number. It rings three times before my mum answers. “Hello?” I hear her ask. She sounds tired.

“Mum! It’s me,” I say. “It’s Noël.”

I can hear her start to cry through the phone. “Noël, we thought you’d gone missing. Where are you? Are you okay?”

I smile, tears starting to trail down my cheeks. “I’m fine. You’re going to laugh so hard when I tell you where I’ve been. But for now, I’m stuck in the shopping centre. It’s completely locked up and I’m here with —” I stop, noticing Oliver’s wide-eyed expression and vigorous head-shaking. “Never mind. Can you call someone to help me?”

My mother exhales with relief. “Of course. I’ll get right on —” the phone cuts out. Once again, typical.

“It’s over,” I sigh, smiling. I notice Oliver watching me, with an odd expression. “What are you going to do?”

He shrugs. “Probably stay here. The centre’s closed tomorrow as well, so I’ll have free reign all day.”

I frown. “I can’t let you stay here during Christmas alone. Or any time of the year, really,” I say.

He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about me, I’ve got my vending machines and turned-off fountains to keep me company,” he says with a half-hearted grin. “You’ve got to go home with your family.”

My face falls. I grab his hand. “Come home with us. There’ll be left over dinner and you can stay in the spare room,” I say forcefully.

He gives me a pained expression. “I really can’t do that, Noël. I’m not a Christmas-crasher,” he says softly.

“I’m inviting you. Please. You have to meet my family,” I gush. I know that I positively cannot leave this boy here. “Listen. You rescued me from dying in a toilet alone on Christmas Eve. Now I’m going to rescue you from dying in a shopping centre alone on Christmas Day.”

He smiles. “You are my Christmas miracle, Noël,” he says.

And so we sit on the fountain talking about everything and nothing as we wait for our rescue crew. And I keep thinking that although I was locked in a toilet panicking for a good portion of my Christmas Eve, although I missed Christmas dinner, although I haven’t ever had to eat vending machine food for a Christmas feast before, this might just have been the most magical Christmas I will ever have. Maybe I’m not so unlucky, after all.


Thanks for reading my story! I hope you loved it and that it filled you with some Christmas cheer <3. Let me know what you thought down in the comments below or via any of my socials. If you would like to contact me for business, feedback or to chat, my email (mywordsarearrows@gmail.com) is always open :)

Merry Christmas everyone, and I will see you back here soon with my Christmas Eve post!

Lily xo

Wednesday 23 December 2015

Bookmas Day 9 — An Overview of 2015's Reading Challenge

On the ninth day of Bookmas, the book blogger gave to me, a year overview, a review for the reading, a bit of Hide & Seek, some festive reads, a post about films, reading recipes, comic book thoughts, a list of writing tips and a book rec for a mystery

Welcome to Bookmas day 9! Today we're going to spend some time looking over 2015's reading challenge that I took up at the start of the year. This year, I took up two different challenges (which you can read about here). One was an amount of books, and one was a list of criteria for 43 different types of books.

I think setting goals in your reading is really important and valuable to maintain variety and quantity
in your reading! I have set a reading challenge on goodreads for the last few years, and I find that goodreads is a really good way of maintaining what you're reading and keeping track of different books you've read and want to read. If you don't have a goodreads account, I would recommend making one to kick off next year and begin your more organised reading!

This year, I set a 90 book goal. Last year, I had 100 as my goal, but I only read 90, so I figured that this year I would aim for 90 and beat it if I could. Well, shamefully enough, I didn't hit my goal again. And I failed pretty badly this year, with only reading 71 books as of now. I'll probably finish another few before the end of the year, but definitely not 19. I think this year I fell so badly behind because I was super busy with my own book, and also because I've been in several really bad reading slumps this year. But no matter! I am sharing with you these failures because it is important to acknowledge that we can't always be perfect readers. We are only human! Humans with active lives and responsibilities!

I also didn't quite complete my criteria reading challenge, though I tried very hard. There were only Lord of the Flies, which unfortunately is not over 100 years old. Oops. The next one, "a book that came out the year you were born" was really hard. None of the books I wanted to read were published the year I was born. Apparently my birth year was a really slow year for good books.
four categories I didn't manage to find a book for. The first category, "a book more than 100 years old", was hard because I didn't actually get around to reading many super old classics this year. The oldest book I read, I think, was

Next, "a book written by an author with your initials". THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! I found it so hard to locate any authors with the initials LS. I even was a bit lenient and would accept LK (my middle name), but alas. I was unsuccessful, which was a bit sad. Lastly, "a play". I didn't actually get around to finding a play to read, partially because I find it pretty hard to read plays just as a casual thing. Although, I was planning to properly read The Importance of Being Ernest by Oscar Wilde, because hello, Oscar Wilde, and that play is hilarious, but I never got around to it.

I'm pretty happy with this success rate in my criteria challenge. It could have been better, this is true, but only missing four is okay with me.

Next year, I plan to have a goal of 90 again. I'm going to try really hard to hit it next year! Additionally, I'm going to search around for a new criteria challenge to do. When I find one, I'll post about it and you can decide whether you'd like to adopt it with me!

If you'd like to discuss challenges and book managing systems, let me know in the comments below or via any of my socials. You can email me (mywordsarearrows@gmail.com) for business, feedback, book recs or just to say hi!

I hope you have found today's post useful, and I'll see you tomorrow for Bookmas day 10 :)

Lily xo

Tuesday 22 December 2015

Bookmas Day 8 — Illuminae Review


On the eighth day of Bookmas, the book blogger gave to me, a review for the reading, a bit of Hide & Seek, some festive reads, a post about films, reading recipes, comic book thoughts, a list of writing tips and a book rec for a mystery

Hello and welcome back to My Words Are Arrows for Bookmas day 8! Are you all sick of me yet? I must keep popping up in your newsfeeds and emails every day... oops! I hope you're all enjoying the content :) Also, yesterday I mentioned my Hide And Seek snippet post linking to today's post... my bad! It doesn't. That is tomorrow's post. Sorry!

Today I have for you a good old-fashioned review. Yes, it is back to basics for day eight of Bookmas! I have been posting lots of different sorts of things, so I thought it might be nice to pull back and just discuss a book again. Today I will be reviewing a book I really, really loved, and it might just be one of my favourite books this year. This book is Illuminae by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff.

The hardback version of this book is incredible. I honestly cannot even describe how cool it is, but I can say it's got the most beautiful see-through dust jacket and intricate cover design. I had originally planned to get myself one of these perfect hardback copies, however, I happened to stumble across the paperback first. Ordinarily, I would've held out and bought the hardback later on, but this paperback was, wait for it, signed by BOTH authors *collective gasp*. So I actually ended up with the paperback, but if anyone would like to buy me the hardback, winkwink, feel free too ;)

Anyways this book is the most unique, strange thing. It's actually a dossier, a collection of different phone conversations, IMs, field reports and etc. You'd think it'd get tiresome when there's no actual traditional prose perse, but in fact, it's not boring at all. The entire thing is enthralling and gripping. It's a sci-fi set in the future. And here is the synopsis:
The year is 2575, and two rival megacorporations are at war over a planet that’s little more than an ice-covered speck at the edge of the universe. Too bad nobody thought to warn the people living on it. With enemy fire raining down on them, Kady and Ezra—who are barely even talking to each other—are forced to fight their way onto an evacuating fleet, with an enemy warship in hot pursuit.
But their problems are just getting started. A deadly plague has broken out and is mutating, with terrifying results; the fleet's AI, which should be protecting them, may actually be their enemy; and nobody in charge will say what’s really going on. As Kady hacks into a tangled web of data to find the truth, it's clear only one person can help her bring it all to light: the ex-boyfriend she swore she'd never speak to again.
It's an incredible book and not only was it incredibly entertaining and moving, it also opened my eyes to all the possibilities of writing outside the usual story writing formats and conventions. However, don't think that because it's a dossier-style story, it doesn't have killer lines and awesome prose. It so does. This book is incredibly moving and there are some things that hit you right in the feelz.

I would highly, highly recommend it, especially to fans of Amie Kaufman's other series, written with Meagan Spooner, The Starbound Trilogy. It has a very similar space-opera, romance feel to These Broken Stars and This Shattered World (and presumably the third book but I have not yet bought it... Though I plan to read and review it in January!).

Without further ado, I shall kick off the review! If you haven't read Illuminae, I would recommend you leave this post for the moment, grab yourself a copy, read it, then come here to discuss. You can do some further research into this book by reading through its goodreads page here.

***SPOILERS***

Wow. Illuminae was just wow. As soon as I saw blurbs from Scott Westerfeld, Marie Lu, Laini Taylor and Veronica Rossi, I knew this was going to be good. It's pretty rare for Australian YA novels, even if they are amazing, to get that much international attention.

So firstly, let's address the biggest plot twist. The Illuminae Group was, in fact, led by Kady. I didn't see this coming! I was so wrapped up in the story I didn't actually guess it at all. I was constantly wondering who this Illuminae Group was, and where they fit into the story, but I didn't guess they would be Kady's group. And the last few pages were just incredible. The conversations between Kady and the Executive Director/Ezra's mum, followed by the last bit of servelliance footage and the image of Ezra and Kady, and then the NOW RUN message — the whole thing was a perfect end that also leaves room for the next book.

I also didn't guess the second biggest plot twist, that AIDAN was pretending to be Ezra for a good half of the book. That really took me aback, so much so that I actually went back a few times and read over conversations, trying to pick up any differences I should have noticed before.

The storyline with AIDAN was really interesting. It started out as your typical robot-wants-to-help-and-therefore-must-destroy-humanity sort of thing, but I never thought it would become more than that. But, of course, like so many things in this book, it took me by surprise that AIDAN actually became almost a friend to Kady. That he actually started to be a bit humane. Also, there were some amazingly funny lines in the conversations between Kady and AIDAN that had me laughing really hard.

I found that the art and typography used in the AIDAN files worked really well. It was clear that every single letter had been placed where it had for a reason, and that careful thought equated in a really expressive series of pages with few words. It was so interesting and gripping to see AIDAN's emotions, perse, portrayed through these odd little words and drawings.

The entire book's formatting is just breathtaking. I had enough trouble formatting my book into standard text when publishing my book, I honestly can't imagine the time, planning and effort that went into designing Illuminae, but I'm so so so glad that the authors and designers went the extra mile, because it really sets the book apart from other books and makes it a thoroughly enjoyable read.

Kady, our main character, is spunky and sure of herself. She's strong-willed and selfless, but she's also a young girl and we see a perfect balance of these things within her, especially in her diary chapters. We discover that she feels very alone, and as she slowly loses her family, we see her become more torn apart but also more independent and strong for it. Kady is a complex character, but the authors really did a spectacular job of characterising her for us and showing just how multi-faceted she really is.

I actually really ended up rooting for Kady and Ezra, which is odd because ordinarily I don't fall in love with the main romance in books. I was really quite invested in their relationship working out, even though it was unconventional and unlikely. Ezra was a hilarious character to read, but he also was a multi-dimensional character. He liked to make jokes and poke fun at Kady and his friends, and he enjoyed a good laugh. But at the same time, he was dedicated and selfless, and very strong-willed. During their conversations, it wasn't hard to imagine that the characters were real and you were just reading through their direct messages.

There were some really emotional parts of this book that I actually phsyically bookmarked with little tabs. One of these moments was James McNulty's death. That whole page made me feel the feels. This was the bit I bookmarked:
"McNulty gave us a salute. I could still see his smile. No fear in his eyes then. Just duty.
 He'd have made a good dad. 
 "Hey, LT," he said as the doors cycled closed.
"Yes Sergeant?"
"You see Ezra Mason around, remind him his first kid's name is James. Or Jamette." He patted his breast pocket. "And tell him not to worry. I've got Astro-Princess to keep me warm." 
"Astro-Princess?"
"He'll know what I mean."
I'd prefer a thousand bullets to a moment like this.
"Roger that, Sergeant."
"Take care, LT."
And that was the last we saw of him.
I am officially recommending Sergeant James McNulty for the Silver Star for Bravery." 
That part was just heartbreaking. I hadn't cared that much for McNulty previously, but that whole scene broke my heart. Especially the dad part. I can't deal. Tears. Let's move on.

I thought that the censoring of the swear words was a very clever technique. It definitely added more impact to the words and made them more comical, and it added a layer of extra to the words that would otherwise have not been there. One such example of this, another one of my very favourite lines from the book, was a conversation between AIDAN and Zhang:
""True," Zhang pauses, glancing into the emergency supply cupboard, gaze lingering on something inside. "But I have something you and protozoa don't."
"AND THAT IS?"
"Hands, mother            .""
I laughed very hard at that point. The fact that the words aren't there just makes it even funnier than if they actually were there, for some reason.

I am so excited to see where this series goes in the future. I believe it is going to be a trilogy, which I'm super psyched for. I am desperate for the next book, and you can bet that as soon as it comes out, I'll be grabbing a copy.

Feel free to share your thoughts on Illuminae below in the comments, or via any of my socials. If you'd like to contact me for business, book recs or just to say hi, you can also use my socials, or my email, mywordsarearrows@gmail.com.

I hope you are enjoying Bookmas, and I'll see you tomorrow with another post!

Lily xo

Monday 21 December 2015

Bookmas Day 7 — A Snippet From My Book

On the seventh day of Bookmas, the book blogger gave to me, a bit of Hide & Seek, some festive reads, a post about films, reading recipes, comic book thoughts, a list of writing tips and a book rec for a mystery

Welcome to Bookmas day seven! Today I have for you a snippet of my novel, Hide And Seek. I wrote during NaNoWriMo 2014 (which was a much more successful year than this year, I assure you). It is probably the most important thing I've done in my life, and I am rather proud of it. Every time I see it sitting on my shelf, I get super excited.
Hide And Seek

Anyways, I thought I'd share a little bit of it here, so that if you are potentially interested in reading it, you can get a bit of a tester. Also, it's a bit of a precursor to tomorrow's post (as much as I'd like to give you all a free copy of my book, unfortunately, it's not that). If you'd like to purchase my book anywhere, you can get it in ebook from Amazon, and paperback from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Book Depository, Booktopia, and even eBay, from various sellers!

Without further ado, here is the snippet! It is from the beginning of the book, where you first get to meet the characters and such. I hope you enjoy it :)


 The sun reflected off the slate roofs on Kaleidoscope Street as we walked towards the park, carrying a basket full of sandwiches and cakes and tepid soft drink.

I adjusted my hat and pulled my sunglasses out of my tote bag. Rena tutted, flicking her dark, hatless hair.
“You and your pale skin. So many hats and so much sunscreen,” she taunted, smirking at Tilly and me.

Gabriel swatted her. “Don’t tease, Rena. This is a Positivity Picnic,” he chided.

Gabriel, Rena, Tilly, Sebastian and I had been best friends for as long as we could remember. Living in a town of just five hundred residents really didn’t give you much choice as to your friendships, but the five of us had an inexplicable connection.

“Honestly, hush, we are going out-of-bounds, remember. If someone hears us, the police will be notified and we’ll be scrambled!” Tilly said, pointing towards the forest inside the park that was clearly out-of-bounds. She was right. If the police caught us out-of-bounds, we’d be in serious trouble.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Chill, Till. We’ve been doing this since year two, and we’ve never been caught. We’ll be fine.”

We looked around to check that no one was watching and climbed through the heavy foliage. Gabriel, ever the gentleman, held the leaves back for us.

Our secret picnic location, hidden deep within the out of bounds forest, took a five minute hike through solid forest to even get there, but the place was idyllic. Surrounded by the forest and with a river running down beside it, our picnic area, a beautiful area of lush green grass, was our little haven in Worthington Falls. Sharing a close community with five hundred people leaves little privacy.

Worthington Falls was hardly the most wonderful place in the world. Apparently, according to our brief history lessons in early primary school, Worthington Falls was an urban development town plant built in the early 1900s for those who wanted a more close sense of community, and to get out of the main cities. That’s what we’re told. No one really remembered anything but Worthington Falls, because everyone had lived here their entire lives. There were huge walls around the town, and a train that came and went once a week, on Friday afternoon at three thirty-four, but no one ever got on, and no one ever got off.

The only time anyone new had ever come to Worthington Falls was when the town was being redeveloped in 2003. Rena and her mother had arrived then.

“Ugh, I think there’s a spider in my handbag,” Rena muttered, flipping her bag inside out. “It’s my mum’s, how did that get in there?”

Rena’s relationship with her mother was something I envied. She was very close with her mother, whereas I barely ever saw mine. Rena’s mother was one of the founding leaders of Worthington Falls, as close as we would ever have to a mayor. She came during the 2003 renovations and led the whole project. She was quiet and thoughtful, but she was always planning and scheming, ready to go through anything to get where she wanted. Just like Rena.

“Positivity Picnic! We all need to be positive, that’s kind of the point,” Gabriel said, frowning at Rena. Gabriel had coined the phrase ‘positivity picnic’ when Tilly had broken up with Reilly Harris in Year Seven, and we all needed a place to chat and get over things that were happening in the town.

The best thing about our picnic area was that it was a whole other world, so separate from the town and parents and schools and responsibilities. It was the perfect place to be alone, just the five of us.

When we finally got to the picnic area, a warm sense of familiarity at the sight of the circle of green grass made me tingly. I unfolded the picnic rug and spread it out, whilst Rena and Gabe prepared the food, Tilly poured drinks and Sebastian checked the nearby forest and river for any police cameras or stray children who’d wandered too far and might tell on us. It was the way we’d always done things, the way we’d always do things.

“Ah,” Tilly sighed, kicking off her shoes and stretching in the summer sun. Tilly was beautiful, and the sunlight that bathed her creamy skin made her glow. Everything about Tilly was flawless. She had soft, curling red hair that cascaded around her face and onto her shoulders, coiling and twisting in a perfect way, as if someone had planned every single movement of every single strand.

She was the top of our year, intelligent beyond belief, but you wouldn’t know, because she never said so. The thing that set Tilly apart from every other over-achiever was her heart. She cared for everyone and everything. From animals being kept in cages to children being excluded in the playground, a wave of her hand seemed to fix it. Tilly restored your faith in humanity but at the same time made you wonder what went wrong in the manufacturing of every other human.

“Ellie, you look absolutely perfect in that dress,” Tilly said to me, gesturing to the lilac sundress we’d bought together back in winter. “It complements your skin tone beautifully.”

I laughed, passing her a cucumber sandwich. “If it wasn’t you telling me, Matilda Kennedy, I wouldn’t believe you.”

“It’s true. Doesn’t she look beautiful, Seb? Gabe? Rena?” Tilly prompted, nudging each of our friends.

“Yes, it really does look amazing,” Rena said, grinning.

Seb shrugged. “I wouldn’t really pick it for myself, but…” he started, and I threw some bread crusts at him.

He looked at me, scandalized, and we all laughed before we fell into a quiet, peaceful lull.

“I desperately hate sitting this close to the water. You know that, right? It’s terrifying,” Tilly muttered, looking over uneasily to the river.

Rena shrugged. “Sorry, but this is the only place in the entirety of Worthington Falls where we can go and not be watched,” she replied, lazily twirling a dark curl around her finger.

Tilly sighed. “I know. But the water scares the hell out of me.”

I leaned closer to her and patted her arm. “It’s okay, Tilly, if you fall in, I’ll jump in right after you.”

Tilly grinned. “My saviour.”

We continued to talk about anything and everything, about Rena’s special after-school forensic classes, about the hilarious time in Year Seven where Gabe accidentally sat through an entire day of wrong lessons, about my drawings, and about Seb’s lack of commitment to just about anything.

After a slight pause, Tilly spoke up. “Do you ever think about Worthington Falls,” Tilly said thoughtfully, taking a bite of her sandwich, “and why we have such odd rules? Like the curfew and the out-of-bounds areas?”

I cocked my head at her. “Not really. It’s just the way things are,” I said, shrugging.

Gabriel nodded. “I don’t really. I suppose it is a little odd, but every town has its own rules, and police force. It’s just the way we do things in Worthington Falls.”

“No, but there are so many things that are restricted, and no one ever comes and goes,” she continued, no longer thoughtful but very serious. “I don’t know. I just feel like we do things… differently here. Like, bad different, I guess. It’s just… weird.”

Rena shook her head. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that, Tilly. You’ll get yourself in trouble.”

“From who? Our lame police force who make themselves feel powerful by enforcing stupid curfews and restricting access to High School Musical 3?” Sebastian scoffed, grabbing a handful of chips.

Rena shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Gabe whacked her and Sebastian in the arm. “C’mon! We’re trying to be positive here! This is going to be the best year ever, let’s start on a high note!”

Sebastian side-eyed Gabriel. “Honestly, your positivity is like the plague — infectious and deadly. You’re going to kill us all, Gabriel. I can feel the disease seeping through my body, infecting all my cells.”

“Gross, Sebastian! And that’s not even how science works!” I cried, but Sebastian wasn’t listening to me.

Gabriel scowled at Sebastian. “At least I don’t have to resort to vicious sarcasm to make me feel better about myself,” he retorted.

Rena snorted. “Whoa, Seb, do you need some cold water for that burn?

Sebastian tried to look menacingly at Rena and Gabe, but he couldn’t control his laughter. Tilly and I ducked out of the way as Sebastian tackled Gabe to the ground, knocking over some of the food. They were rolling around on the grass, pulling at one another’s hair and clothes whilst we were in uncontrollable fits of laughter for a good minute before we could stop them.

“Stop!” I cried out, breathless.

After Sebastian and Gabe had stopped play-fighting, we all sat in a circle on the rug, sipping lemonade and nibbling cakes and sandwiches quietly, avoiding the reason we were even there. Despite it being a Positivity Picnic, none of us were very positive.

“So…” Sebastian said, tossing an apple up and down.

Gabe sighed. “We all know why we’re here. It’s going to be a struggle, and it’s going to determine where we go after school, but we’ll make it through together. Senior Year is just another challenge we can take on together. We’re all here to work together,” he said in the way he always did, making everything seem okay. Gabe was good at that. He cared deeply for those he loved, and it was a privilege to be on that list. I’d known Gabe for almost as long as I’d known Tilly, and in Year Eight, we’d even attempted to be a couple, but it was weird. We’d set a date to have our first kiss, on the swings in the back of the playground, but we both couldn’t stop laughing, and decided we didn’t even like each other that way.

He’d lost his mother when he was very young. She’d jumped off a ledge on the far side of Worthington Falls when Gabe was only five. Later, his father jumped, too, which left his older sister as his guardian. Gabe’s life had been something of a tragedy, compared to mine.

We all knew Gabe wanted to work in the school as a counsellor, and had been working towards it for a long time, but it really was up to the school to allocate him a job after this year, our Senior Year, like everyone else.
“Gabe… That was inspirational as hell but it doesn’t change the fact that tomorrow begins the final year we have to prove ourselves capable for the jobs we want. But, Gabe, you just proved yourself as a perfect school counsellor, to be honest. You’ll be fine,” Rena said, tossing a grape in the air and catching it in her mouth.

Tilly shoved Rena playfully. “At least he’s trying to raise the mood. It’s terrifying, but we’ll all be okay. Well, maybe not Seb,” she said cheekily, winking at Sebastian.

“Oh, ha ha ha,” Sebastian said, sprawling himself on the grass and tucking his hands under his head. It was a widely known fact that Sebastian had no motivation to do well in any school work, despite being quite intelligent. With the wealthiest man in Worthington Falls as his father, he would probably never even have to work.

Sebastian was the opposite of Gabe. While Gabriel depended on us and others for support, if anyone got too close to Sebastian Hastings, he exploded. He was tall and pale, but his dark hair stood out against his skin like spilt ink on parchment.

Sebastian had a reputation for being cold and rude, and not even we could disagree with that. We were his best friends, but even we couldn’t handle him sometimes. We often forgot that Sebastian didn’t do “being handled”. He needed to be let go —if you tried to reason with him, it would only end badly for you.

“Even Seb might have to work this year,” Gabe said, poking Seb. Sebastian grunted, smiling as he pushed Gabe away. No one could understand how Seb and Gabe were best friends. But through whatever, through every hard time they’d tackled, Sebastian and Gabriel supported each other and were as close as brothers. It made no sense, but then again, sometimes the best relationships didn’t.

“Yeah, Seb. Have you even worked out how to spell luminescent yet?” I teased, throwing a grape at him.

Sebastian shrugged. “Well, no, but who needs to use luminescent on a regular basis? Honestly, you’re all pretentious prats.”

Rena laughed. “Well, at least we’ll pass our exams. Senior Year is going to kick your butt.”

“Let’s not talk about Senior Year,” Tilly said, rolling onto her stomach and picking little flowers, arranging them around the food. “Let’s just enjoy the picnic and talk about how great the break was.”

I sighed, remembering the two-month break from school. “Yes, please! So many movies and lots of pop tarts…”

“Remember when we were watching Paranormal Activity in Seb’s basement and Gabe basically jumped into Tilly’s arms, he was so terrified?” Rena said, a grin painted across her face.

Everyone laughed, even Gabe. “Anyone remember when Rena’s parents found her social media accounts and she was grounded for two whole weeks?” he said, firing back at Rena.

We continued to pick on one another until we were all coughing and crying with laughter.

“Let’s play hide and seek,” Rena suggested once we had calmed down and all the food had disappeared.

Rena loved games like hide and seek because she was so good at predicting where people would hide. Despite this, Rena was a wonderful friend. She was loyal and would always defend us.

Sebastian laughed. “No. Nope. Let’s not.”

“I’m up for it,” Gabriel said, standing up and dusting off his pants.

“Me too,” Tilly said.

“I’m cool. I suppose you’re outnumbered, Seb,” I said.

Sebastian sighed. “Again? Honestly, we’re going into Senior Year.”

I smiled at Sebastian, not sure whether I was gloating or sympathetic. We all scattered, Rena accidently knocking Sebastian over on the way.

“Sorry, bro,” she said, leaning over and pulling him up. “Honestly wasn’t intentional.”

Gabriel laughed. “Sure it wasn’t, Rena, had nothing to do with the fact he made fun of your favourite game,” he said, and then ran off into the forest.

I went in the opposite direction to Gabe, and Sebastian followed me. “Wanna be allies?” he whispered, trying to pull branches out of the way quietly.

“Okay, sure. But should I trust you? Or are you secretly allied with Rena, hoping you can catch me?” I whispered playfully.

“Of course not. I don’t even want to be playing. The twigs and branches snag threads in my clothes and make me all dirty,” Sebastian muttered.

“You’re a wuss,” I teased, spotting a huge tree surrounded by bushes that would make a good hiding spot. “Here. This is a good place, I don’t even think Rena will find us here.”

“I beg to differ,” Sebastian said.

I patted the ground next to me at the base of the tree. “Ever the optimist. Come sit.”

He sighed, and put his hand into his pocket. I knew what he was reaching for.

He froze, eyes widening. He moved his hand frantically in and out of each pocket and then again, and again. Then into his jacket pockets.

“It’s gone,” he whispered to me.

Sebastian’s mother died when he was seven. Suicide, like all the other untimely deaths in Worthington Falls. He’d found a brooch on her dresser the night she died, right after he had gotten the news of her death.

It was beautiful and expensive, intricately designed with her initials and little bluebirds. Sebastian kept it on him at all times. He frequently would slip his hand into his pocket and touch the brooch. For what, none of us knew. We had speculated, of course. But Sebastian’s mother was one of the few out-of-bounds topics we had in our little friendship circle. No one asked and Sebastian never indulged us with the information.

All I knew was that the brooch was Sebastian’s favourite thing in the whole world, and for it to be lost would destroy him.

“Seb, calm down, it’s okay, we’ll —”

“No. No, it’s not okay!” Sebastian yelled, wildly scanning every part of the forest floor. He was moving around in such a flurry I doubted he was getting any actual searching done.

I grabbed his arm. “Sebastian!” I hissed. “Calm down! Freaking out is not going to help you find the brooch. We’ll call off the game and then we’ll ask everyone to look around for it, okay? It’s okay, Seb. We’ll find it.”

His eyes swum with panic and fear.

I tugged on his arm and led him back to the picnic area, where I cooed out our emergency bird signal. Soon enough, Rena was there.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Are you hurt?”

We shook our heads. “No,” I said. “Seb’s lost his brooch. We need to find it ASAP.”

“Okay. I’ll trace the left side of the forest,” Rena said, and she ran off to check.

I poked Seb. “It’s okay, Sebastian. Look, everyone’s going to search until we find it.”

“Thank you,” he whispered.

When the others arrived, we decided Tilly would check along the river, Gabe would check the track back to the park, I would check the right side of the forest and Sebastian would scan the picnic area in case the brooch was hiding in the grass.

“If anyone finds it, do the bird signal, and we all need to meet back here. If no one finds it in twenty minutes, meet back here anyways,” Gabe said, and we all set off to look for the brooch.

I was no stranger to walking through the forest alone. I loved coming out here with my sketchbook and drawing new plants and animals I saw. Wanting to follow a career of botanical science was an uncommon goal here in Worthington Falls, and consequently, I was often alone in my plant-recording escapades.

But today, something felt different than normal. The forest seemed more sinister, more dangerous. If it was cruel enough to swallow Sebastian’s dead mother’s brooch, it was cruel enough to do worse. It no longer had the magical touch it used to.

I carefully searched each part of land I walked on, periodically checking the time. When it got to eighteen minutes, and I was still unsuccessful in my search, I heard the bird whistle.

I ran back through the forest to the picnic area, where Sebastian was standing, smiling. No one else had arrived back yet.

“I found it!” he cried out, smiling as he ran towards me and scooped me up in a hug. I was a bit taken aback; Sebastian didn’t do hugs.

“That’s odd. I actually received a Seb-Hug. That happens — what, once every half-millennium?” I said jokingly as he showed me the brooch, as if he needed anything other than the hug and his smile to prove he’d found it.

He punched my shoulder. “Well, without you, I don’t know how I could’ve pulled myself together enough to find it. You know where it was? In the picnic basket. How could I have been so stupid? I have no idea how it got there, but at least I have it,” he babbled as Gabe and Rena arrived.

“You found it!” Gabe cried, patting Sebastian on the back.

“I’m so glad,” Rena sighed, “I was worried we mightn’t.”

We all hugged, high on Sebastian’s happiness and his unusual willingness to initiate physical affection.

Then it hit me.

“Where’s Tilly?” I asked, pulling away from my friends. My heart rate rose, thumping wildly in my chest. I wasn’t sure if I was even breathing. How had I not noticed the absence of my best friend?

Everyone looked around. There was a chorus of “where did she go?” and “did anyone see her?” and “didn’t she hear the whistle?” and more, but I couldn’t hear it. Everything was a blur, everything was white noise echoing behind the need to go find her.

I knew something wasn’t right. Tilly would never be careless enough to go so far as to not hear Sebastian’s whistle. My breathing sped up, and I spun in all different directions. Gabriel grabbed me.

“Stop. Stop it, Ellie. We’ll find her, like we found Seb’s brooch. It’ll be okay. Everyone, split up. Ellie and I will check on the upper right side of the river, Seb, you can check the mid part of the river and Rena, you can check the far left side of the river. Regroup in an hour, whistle if you find her,” Gabe explained in his calm and collected planning voice.

We split up, and the search for Tilly began.

Gabe and I searched everywhere along the river, calling out her name constantly, getting no reply. We didn’t talk, we only looked and called.

When the first hour was over, we went back to the picnic area, and set out on another hour-long search.

Our search continued for four fours, until the late afternoon. We’d covered what seemed like the entire forest twice and called out her name until our voices were hoarse. The time went by like a daze; it was only after the fourth hour, when we all collapsed in the picnic area, worried, tired and scared, when I realised my feet were bruised and blistered, and my head was spinning from dehydration.

“We’ve got to get home,” Gabe muttered as we all sat around, unsure of what to do.

“We should tell the police,” I said, pulling about my phone.

Sebastian snatched it out of my hand. “Are you crazy? Tell the police we were out-of-bounds? We’d get in serious trouble! They might even arrest us!”

“Matilda is missing, Sebastian. If we don’t tell them, she mightn’t be found!” I countered, my voice going higher.

Rena put a hand on my arm. “We don’t need to be so rash. She might have wandered home, you never know. She might have felt sick or forgotten she needed to be somewhere. It’s not unlikely. If we call the police and she’s at home, that benefits no one,” she explained.

“Let’s go home. Tilly’s smart, she knows her stuff. I bet you we’ll see her walking into school tomorrow cheerful as ever,” Gabe said. “It’ll all be okay.”

I nodded, knowing he was right. It was foolish and stupid to be that paranoid. Tilly would be fine.

We walked back together, no one really wanting to talk.

The silence was unbearable. The unknown was pulling us into a deep pool of anxiety and we couldn’t get out.

When we arrived back at the park, no one wanted to go. No one knew what to do.

“We should… um… go home, I think,” Seb whispered.

And then we did the unthinkable.

We left.

So that was the snippet from my book! If you enjoyed it or are interested in finding out more, you can contact me via any of my socials (available in the bar below my blog's banner at the very top) or through my email (mywordsarearrows@gmail.com). You can find out more about Hide And Seek on its goodreads page and this post.

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That's it for me today... I hope you have enjoyed Bookmas Day Seven and I will see you soon with another post :)

Lily xo