My reading atm has came to a complete stand still. Every time I pick up my book I fall asleep. The last book I read was the blood of the ill fated woman by Kevin Breaux (review pending) Now I just can’t seem to get back into the swing of things and it’s getting really frustrating. I really do love reading and very passionate about it. I even borrowed a book to my friend who hasn’t read a book for 20+ years that should be motivating enough. I’m hoping this passes over soon and I get back into the swing of reading again.
Well as the title suggests I’m back after taking a month of. I thought it would be hard but I’ve been so busy that I’ve never had time.
My partner done an amazing job giving birth to our baby daughter called Poppy Mae. She’s amazing and so proud of my eldest daughter. She’s been helping out and looking after her baby sister. I couldn’t have asked for it to be any better.
The only thing that has spoiled my time away was my car getting written off. We had very bad winds and some how we were unfortunate enough that a branch snapped off and landed on the car. luckily no body was harmed just really shook up.
I never realised how much I’d miss a car and how easy it actually is. We did use public transport and the odd taxi to basically pick up my daughter from school. Now we have had skimp and scrape to get a new car.
I’m going back to work on Monday and I’m kind of looking forward to getting back into some sort of structured routine. Being off all I’ve done is goto the gym and sleep 😂
Writing this has made me realise how much I’ve missed blogging. I’ve got so much to say so will hopefully have some more blogs posted.
I will end my post there as I can go on for a while and my daughter is starting to stir so will need to feed her.
I hope you’re all doing well. I’m going to try to read some of your blogs whan I get the chance 😁
This month has flown over. Feels like I’ve blinked and it’s September already. I’ve been abit quiet on here lately as I’ve been working more and getting stuff sorted before my partner gives birth.
I keep thinking I’ve hardly done any posts. Then I check my stats and noticed I’ve done 11 posts. This is probably the worst month I’ve had (numbers wise) but I’m not bothered about stats anymore.
I’ve done a few blog tours which I appreciate and love doing. I enjoy them as I’m discovering new author’s and genres of books that I’d never normally read.
I usually do blogger of the month aswell but for some reason it’s not showing up who has been the most active on my blog. So from last month it was Phantom Paper (who is an awesome blogger) be nice and go give her blog some love.
I’d like to welcome all my new followers. I’m checking everyone and looking through your blogs. They are amazing and getting some inspiration for future blog posts.
My newest follor is Becca-anne go and check her blog out (I’m busy reading it while trying to write this 🤣)
Hope September is a good blogging month for everyone. I’m looking forward to reading your posts 😁
Yes I know it’s abit late considering it’s halfway through September. Finally found out my partner is going to be taken into hospital on Friday to have the baby as it still hasn’t arrived. (I think it’s too comfortable inside there it doesn’t want to come out 😂)
I was going to say I’d try and blog if I can but I’m probably not as we are going to be busy. I will be reading some posts when it’s early hours in the morning when I’m dealing with the baby 🤣
“Gautam Malkani, the man behind one of the seminal books on the British Asian experience, does something original and important once again, this time on the crucial issue of young carers. Distortion is essential reading.”
– Sathnam Sanghera, author of The Boy with the Topknot
6th September 2018 | Hardback £18.99
The new novel from the author of the critically acclaimed Londonstani
“Beguiling, addictive and emotive… Distortion shines a light onto our increasingly fractured lives and in doing so, makes clear the ongoing tensions and contradictions between the care we must give to ourselves and others over our desire for freedom in the digital world.”
– Niven Govinden, author of All the Days and Nights
“A taut and timely return for Gautam Malkani, Distortion is a brilliant exploration of social media,
code-switching and toxic masculinity.” – Nikesh Shukla, editor of The Good Immigrant
Meet Dillon, a high-functioning fuck-up who has been keeping some very big secrets from his girlfriend Ramona.
Also, meet Dhilan, a young carer caught in an endless loop of pre-bereavement bereavement for his dying mother.
And then there’s Dylan. The less said about him the better…
These three identities of the same young man have been growing dangerously more hardcore and hardwired, both online and off, thanks to the self-reinforcing effects of social media and search engines, and the uncanny predictive capabilities of his smartphones.
When two creepy old dudes threaten to expose Dillon/Dhilan/Dylan, he is forced to unravel a gut-wrenching mystery that he would rather leave well alone.
Set in a strange greyscape between the digital world and the messy realm of the body, Distortion asks timely questions about what happens when our online data and search histories are crunched up and fed back to us – when they don’t just filter our view of the world, but also our view of ourselves. How can we navigate the tension between emotional truth and factual accuracy? What can we do to neutralise our own toxicity? And what happens in the world of flesh and blood when the roles of parent and child become tragically reversed?
Praise for Londonstani:
“Gripping” – Guardian
“A bold debut, brimming with energy and authenticity” – Observer
“Sharp, clever and convincing” – Independent
“Artful, thought-provoking and strikingly inventive. An impressive, in some respects brilliant, first novel.”
– Los Angeles Times
About Gautam Malkani:
Gautam Malkani’s first novel Londonstani was published in 2006. He lives in London and is available for interview, features and events.
My review will be up as soon as I can. I’ve just been swamped with work and expecting my partner to give birth anytime soon.
GOLDEN SKIES BY JUAN ZAPATTA
Book Blurb: As a boy, Malik watched an army of religious zealots swarm his home town, slaughtering his people and running his beloved grandfather through with a black sword. Nine years later, Malik still believes there’s peace…somewhere. At least that’s what he tells himself as his body is ripped apart by whips at a conversion camp. That’s what his best friend whispers as he frantically creates new force technology and jetpacks to rescue Malik. Yet when war bursts through the skies and the sky troopers, assassins, and heroes fall, when the world comes crashing down, Malik Zzoha stands amidst the sands to lead a band of friends and revolutionaries to face his tyrannical, zealot father, determined to free the people he loves.
Author Bio: Juan Zapata is a senior at Alabama A&M, expected to graduate December 2018. He majors in Criminal Justice and is a member of the AAMU Honors Program. Born in Mexico, Juan came to the United States at four years old. When he is not writing, Juan likes to play For Honor and pretend he’s a knight, laughing with happiness at his victories and nearly having aneurisms when defeated.
“Let her go!” I shrieked, attempting to leap forward. I doubled over in pain as the guards holding me struck me in the gut. Tears of anguish brimmed at my eyes. “I…won’t serve anyone!” I spat on the ground, screaming. “Safad isn’t a god! He’s nothing!”
The guards holding me suddenly let go, taken aback. Silence rang forth from the crowd and rapidly descended upon the entire square.
Mujadin looked at me, speechless.
“Safad isn’t holy! He’s a man who pisses and shits like everyone else. His laws are hogwash. You kill for nothing! You are nothing! You’re a liar, scum, a deceiver. All your life fighting for some sick charlatan!” I yelled, feeling blood rush to my face, popping out the veins on my throat and forehead.
I didn’t truly know if I believed what I was saying, but Kafed had echoed my own thoughts on the subject countless times; he believed that Safad wasn’t divine—that he’d tricked others with his ‘miracles’ to gain power and keep it. Everything that was happening was because of that narcissistic, deceiving man-god my father worshipped.
No one in the crowd moved or spoke. The soldiers around me leveled their weapons at my head. The penalty for denying Safad’s divinity was death. I tightened my fists. If this was to end in a hail of bullets, at least I’d diverted attention from those about to be executed, my sister, and Kafed.
Mujadin put up a trembling hand, ordering the men to hold their fire. A deadly whisper. “No. No. He will suffer.”
A short, quiet pause rang forth, then suddenly, I lost control of my body and fell to the concrete ground, pain exploding from every nerve. I’d been struck by stun weapons.
My vision blurred, light entering my pupils in bursts. For one second I saw my father’s stony face, the next the feet of guards, the crowd staring at me, the sea-green sky, my sister weeping on the ground, Kafed flanked by guards.
Soldiers grabbed each of my arms and hoisted me to my knees. Time seemed to slow as I got my bearings, blinking at the crowd, then the air was sliced in two, the sound of a whip whistling before it hit its mark.
Tongues of fire lit up my back, pulling a heinous scream from my throat. My muscles tightened like knots, fresh air eating away at my raw flesh. Red engulfed my vision, and the air thundered and rippled. Wapash! My forearms tensed, and I cried out, trembling. The flames returned again and again, one lash after the other, ceaseless. The sky darkened, and the blistering heat disappeared. My flesh shredded apart in lines, pulled off my muscles in crisscrossing patterns, my blood flowing out, dripping onto the stone. The leather gouged deep into me with each lick. I could hardly breathe.
My tear-filled eyes stared blankly to those below the platform and rested upon a man below me, just one of the many among thousands. White skin. Blond hair. A Northeasterner? My eyes widened at the woman beside him—fiery red locks flared out behind a scarlet mask. Piercing blue eyes drank me in. I expected hostility from them but found shock instead. Sympathy. Conflict within these foreigners. And then they were gone, replaced by black. A last shuddering breath, another crack, and darkness took me.
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This book was so difficult to put down. Literally it was just chapter after chapter flowing through. I very rarely read a book this quick. It’s not a large book but don’t let that discourage you. As Juan is an excellent writer and packed so much into this book it’s amazing. I’m gushing over this book so please read it. The characters in this book are really well written and diverse that it makes the book that more interesting.
I’d highly recommend this book to amyone who likes sci fi or just getting into this genre then pick up this book find a quiet place to read and be ready to be amazed at how good this book actually is. I can’t really say much more without adding spoilers which isn’t something I like todo.
I need to read more by this author and looking forward to his future work.
Please let me know if you are going to read this book.
0A while ago I asked my fellow bloggers if any of them would like to work together on a post. There was a few that actually responded. I do apologise for the late post 🤣 I also forgot to write down the list of amazing bloggers that wanted todo this. Again I’m sorry about the delay. I hadn’t forgotten about you all.
So you awesome people what would you like to collaborate about. It can be about anything within reason 🤣 maybe leave a comment and we can get the ball rolling.
This is unbelievable I’d like to thank bronzedbrunettex for being my 400th follwer on my blog. I’ve just had a quick glance at her blog and it seems to be really interesting. I will be having a proper look at her blog soon. I now need todo a competition post and see what books I can part with 😂 I honestly can’t thank you all enough and feel very appreciative to everyone of you. I’d never thought my little blog would make it this far. I’m going to leave it there and thank you all again for being amazing.
I’ve been thinking recently that I’d like to help anyone with mental health issues. I don’t know if my posts help at all? Which I hope they do. I think my experiences may help someone or just someone to talk to. I’m no psychologist and won’t ve able to give medical advice. You will have to goto your doctor’s and talk to them. Please just leave a comment. I used to be embarrassed about it. Kind of still am sometimes as not many people know I’ve got depression. I find it easier to talk on here than someone face to face. I kind of think people will be judgemental about it. I even had what I thought was a friend say that “depression was just a weakness” which really fucking pissed me off to the point where I could’ve punched the twat in the face to make him realise how much of am obnoxious twat he’d been. Sorry I’m just ranting now. Just to let everyone no that my inbox is always open and no that’s definitely not a sexual innuendo 😂
I made this post for lilycafe which was on her blog. Please go and check her blog out.
Well what can I say 😀 the first words come to mine when I was with my daughter when were alone together (her Mam had gone for a wash) I was sitting in the chair looking at this beautiful fragile child (who had the hiccups) thinking
Fuck!! I need to grow up and look after this little thing. During the pregnancy I never really thought about being up all night, getting sick on or changing multi coloured poops 😀 I honestly thought this would be easy when my partner was still pregnant. I think the first few days flew by as I was still on a high becoming a Dad. Then it finally settled in but we had a routine going which worked really well from the start.
I never used to drink coffee before my daughter came along but now I’m an avid drinker with anything that has caffeine in it 😂 I’ve never been so tired but you do get used to eat. I even have the odd nap during the day when she was asleep if I was really tired. For the first few months I only ever changed nappies as my partner breast feed. It was 3/4 months after my daughter was born when I fed her for the first time. It was an amazing experience. I’ve feed babies before but it’s not that same as your own child.
Days turn into weeks then months and years. It has been difficult I’m not going to say it was easy when it wasn’t. I think it made me and my partners relationship even more stronger. Your always learning as a parent as there isn’t a parent book you get to leave with from the hospital 🤣
I think I’ve grown as a person becoming a father. It is the best job in the world. My work patterns mean I miss out on a lot but I do make up for it when I get home. I will just go into her room and watch her sleep for a few minutes just so I’ve seen her. I didn’t think I could love something so little so much. Now I’m going to be a dad again in September and can’t wait even though I’ve got abit more of an idea what to expect this time.
If you’re a parent, what advice would you give to first time parents.
Why do I feel angry all the time. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m usually quite a chilled bloke. I never let anything bother me. But lately it just seems like everything is pissing me off. If something is happening I usually just keep my mouth shut but lately I’ve been having outbursts and saying what I’m actually thinking. I don’t know if I’m just over thinking this (there has been a lot going on in my personal life) so maybe that isn’t helping either.
I literally want to just to tell everyone to fuck off and leave me alone. I’m sure that’s just my depression trying to take over again. Well that can also fuck off aswell. As it’s not going to win. I wish someone could take this away so I’d never have it again. Taking tablets just don’t work sometimes and pretty sure there isn’t an alternative.
I may have to go back to the doctor’s to see what else can be done. I’ve been eating really badly lately aswell so that won’t be helping my mood at all. So I could get that into check and hopefully that will help ease up things upstairs.
My head really needs an off switch. I’m over thinking everything lately and pissing myself off with it. Which is unfair to the people around me.
Think I’m going to end it there as I need to keep busy and stop thinking about this shit that’s going on in my head.
I apologise for the curse words but they seemed to fit better while I was writing 🤣