Ever have one of those days where you have to keep repeating “one thing at a time” to yourself in order to stay sane? Between college deadlines, applications and a to do list as long as my arm, like ..eh…buy food! ( seriously, hummus and pitta bread cannot be a good idea for dinner 3 days in a row) I just might start rocking backwards and forwards any minute now.

Not to buy into the stereotypical arts student idea, but all I want to do is drink coffee and sleep, pity you can’t do both at the same time.

Naps take time, too much time! I considered going to yoga this evening, but there’s something a little off about skipping the college work that’s sending you in a spin in the first place, in order to stop stressing over college. Doing the assignments would probably be a better idea.

But I’m taking 4 minutes. oh yeah, you heard me, four whole minutes, just to listen to this and do nothing. Who needs yoga when you have Dolores O’ Riordan crooning in your ear.

Title : The Perks of Being A wallflower
Author: Stephen Chbosky
Why? An angst filled indie loving novel that isn’t afraid to make fun of the angst filled indie type

Every time I pick up my copy of Perks I have Emma Watson staring back at me (I winced a little writing that). Not because I have any problem with her, well apart from the fact that she got to play Hermione and I didn’t, but because actors should never be on my book covers. It means I have failed at life. I didn’t pick it up because it’s a truly great book (it is) or because I wanted to pursue a cult classic. I saw the trailer for the movie, it looked great and I had to read the book before I saw it, or the sky would fall. You’ll read that sentence and understand, in the way only book freaks can. Or you’ll worry about my stability.

Written in the form of letters, Stephen Chbosky’s novel has gained something of a cult following as a symbol of the experience of adolescence. I admit I was predisposed to wariness. Any book that screams teenage angst should have an approach with caution sign. It will either blow your mind, or make you want to blow your…..eh….mind. For a relatively small book, there’s a whole lot going on, and yet serious themes are approached with a frankness and realism in a way that only the teenage mind can.

perks review

Charlie, the novels protagonist spends a large proportion of the book just watching. A freshman in high school, he observes from the safety of the side lines. His insight into the world around him portrays wisdom beyond his years and yet he exudes a compelling naivety. It becomes evident early on in the book that whist Charlie is gifted, he’s also troubled.

Initially it’s easy to watch from the side-lines, if nobody is watching you, if you’re a wallflower. Then he meets Sam and Patrick, and finds himself hurled head first into a world of sex, drugs and The Rocky Horror picture show. The resulting narrations transport you back to a time in life where you’re fighting to find that delicate balance between establishing your boundaries and knowing when to jump outside them. Where you look back, appreciate the head rush that was every new experience…and then thank god you aren’t sixteen any more

While some of the issues raised in Perks are less ground breaking now then they were ten years ago when it was published it has managed to capture the very essence of youth, one that will ring true whether you’re 23 or 60.
It really is a beautiful book and wonderfully well written. The voices within the pages are real: tender, ironic and crafted together with a gratifying amount of dark and twisted humour, that in that moment feel infinite…..

Bleary Eyes

March 24, 2014 — 2 Comments

I’m not a morning person, never have been. Some people hear their alarms and bounce out of bed. If this applies to you, I applaud you…and hate you. I’m far more likely to hit the snooze button and attempt to bury back under the duvet, preferably until I hit Narnia


When you’re working you don’t have a choice. The problem is unless you want to be in college for the rest of your life ( I learnt this one the hard way ) you don’t have a choice either. How do I survive the injustice of having to get up. every .single.morning. Music.

And coffee.

Earphones are the most antisocial piece of technology ever invented, and my God I love them! That ” I want to chat” person attempting to make eye- contact on an already steamed up, cramped up bus? Ha, good luck to ya buddy. I don’t do small talk until after 9, at least

Here’s one of my favourite, thaw out tunes. Add a piping hot coffee and a bus partner ho is happy to ignore me right back, and the morning becomes bearable.


Saturday Expectations : Get up and go for a run, cook a tasty but healthy lunch, catch up on some study. Go for drinks/catch up with friends safe in the knowledge that no matter how late the night gets today has been productive.


Saturday Reality ; It’s 3 pm, there’s no milk and the shop is a whole 5 minutes away. Not only would I have to go outside..I’d have to get out of my onsie. I have two more hours before I absolutely have to throw myself into the shower and even then, I’ll be running around like a headless chicken trying to find my other shoe. I’ll be running for the bus whilst trying to convince my house mate I’m already on it. Pulling off that shneaky manoeuvre where you press your phone into your ear so as to drown out all other noise. Foolproof I tell you!

But it’s alright! I’ll get loads done tomorrow

This is such a great lazy ( let’s be honest ) Saturday tune. So chill, by the end your seeped of all tension and wondering who owns the sexy voice…and where the replay button is dammit.

“Smoke with me babe
And laugh with me baby
And lay with me baby
Cause I just want the simple things”

~ Junkie ~

March 22, 2014 — Leave a comment

That frustrated feeling, fingers restless but oddly still, like the need to do it is brewing, dancing up the delicate bones and squeezing gently at the joints. Do it.

Thoughts aren’t clear and steady. That would be a relief. Instead they fog your head, swirling determinedly, just enough to make you acutely aware of their presence yet refusing to settle. Do it.

The overwhelming feeling that to start, to really start is a like a careless flick of a domino. Simple, but irreversible. Just do it.

Why do it? Because you don’t have a choice. You never did, not really.

Just write.


A couple of nights ago, I sat up and wrote about the blissful heat. Pride really does come before a fall.
The next night in the space of an hour I went from messing about with my house mates to quite literally throwing my insides up and becoming a sweaty shivering mess.

Too much information? Apologies, I’ve spent a lot time with guy friends recently and they find all bodily functions hilarious,

For example Danny : Hey, how you doing?
Me : Better, actually managed to keep
breakfast down!
Danny : Bet it comes back up as lunch in an

Four days later, I never want to see dry toast, flat 7-up or sunshine ever again. Vomiting bugs are never fun, when it’s the hottest week of the year and there are no cold spots anywhere. Like I said..pride…fall.

On the bright side ( no pun intended, I threw my sense of humour up 2 days ago ) not being able to move leaves plenty of time for, well, arsing about on the internet actually.

Downloading new music is always great, stumbling upon new artists, the ones where you just have to stop and listen always give me buzz.

So much so that sometimes I forget old loves, the songs I listened to when I was 15 and NOBODY UNDERSTOOD. The ones that were on my first iPod, not necessarily classics. Just my classics

“Some things in this world
Man, they don’t make sense
Some things you don’t need
Until they leave you
And they’re things that you miss “
– Bright Lights, Matchbox Twenty

Nothing nurses you through a bad few days quite like it. That and my wonderful ridiculous friends,

*No breakfast did not come back up as lunch

As I write this I’m lying on top of my covers. There is a dead swollen heat filling the room,making the usual comfort of burying under blankets unthinkable . The window is open as far as I dare without the glow from my laptop enticing any unwelcome wings yet still attempting to coax in a breeze.

My bare feet are propped against the radiator, the coolness of the metal soothing after a long day serving tables.

There’s something not right about this scenario. I’m Irish.

Heat is quite literally a foreign concept. Summer memories involve stubbornly wearing shorts to the airport, covered with a warm hoodie because your bloody freezing and running under an inevitable misty overcast sky before finally reaching the plane and eagerly awaiting the sunshine.

We do get a summer but it normally lasts for 3 days. Everyone suddenly cheers up, drops everything and scoots outside “sure it will be gone tomorrow we may aswell make the most of it”.

Yet this year it’s not going. The sun determinately shines on. People are eating outside at the restaurant I work in. Which was great as I got to pretend I was working abroad for the first while. As the heat continued and customers have requested shade (it’s called eating inside bright spark) and complained about flies buzzing (I’m terribly sorry sir I’ll ask said fly to stop) my enthusiasm has waned. On the up side the back of my neck has a great colour.

Between final exams, exhausting jobs and a general weariness that hung over the last months of the college year this summer was always going to be a much needed break for us. It’s a time where we all vowed to work hard but play harder. To get out and go to gigs in the evenings, to take random trips and enjoy home instead of wishing we were away.

It’s my last summer for a while in a city that that I am oh so in love with. To be able to spend balmy evenings exploring hidden beer gardens with my favourite people the sun meandering lazily along with us as we sip pints and wind each other up is an extra gem.

Sooner than later the rain and clouds will sweep through again. But this stolen time before responsibilities have quite caught up to us. these memories will be tinged with frozen beer bottles, bare legs and writing in the dark listening to the city.

This is also a really beautiful piece of music. Have a listen.

I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.
Lily x


July 1, 2013 — 5 Comments


I’ve had a life long love affair with books. Cue everyone who knows me or who reads this rolling there eyes and thinking “really wouldn’t have guessed”. It evolved from Enid Blyton to the very grown up Danielle Steel’s that I buried myself in at 13 and now scorn at.. I’d happily chew my own arm off then struggle through the sickly pinkness. And with every year it kept going.

Like every great relationship it was nurtured and has evolved from Thomas Hardy, the Austen Clan, Stephen King and but of course having the privilege of growing up alongside Harry, Hermoine and Ron. When I first thought of writing book reviews I was literally buried under with options. Books are personal. One persons page turner is another’s uphill trek. So I’m going to pick the ones I love, the ones that make me mumble incoherent answers at my poor housemates because “I’m at a good bit” or give me the urge to read at the bus stop in the rain.

“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
― Oscar Wilde

Some of my favourite reads have come from recommendations from friends. Often in a book store you are overwhelmed with options. There are so many titles swarming before your eyes that finding a glint between the coal stones is rare. You know that feeling where you don’t want a “meh” read you want a great one, and if someone could just toss one this way that would be great. I’m going to try. Let you know what I think on any of the comments. Come here to find new books, chat about your favourites and feel free to chip in with the ones that grabbed you.

“Books are a uniquely portable magic.”
― Stephen King

Let’s spread the magic.

~ Lily ~

world book day

~ Daily Tune ~

June 1, 2013 — 3 Comments

I always figured I’d wake up one day and organisation would have effortlessly swept into my life. Yet this morning I found myself crawling around my bedroom floor and flinging clothes out of the way in a desperate attempt to locate my missing work shoe. I’ve never been one of these people with spare time in the mornings ( why get out of bed a second earlier than you absolutely have to! ) so it was more like crawling through a pile of clothes and muttering every swear word under the sun whilst throwing anxious looks at the clock. Eventually I had to accept defeat and peg it the bus stop in silly shoes that pinched all day.

Getting out of the wrong side of the bed is one thing, attempting to lift it and look underneath before coffee. No.

Panned out on the bus catching my breath this came on my iPod. It’s impossible to listen and not feel just a tiny bit better no matter how much the world and your shoes are out to get you..

Cease to Begin was the second album from Band of Horses. It’s got a great mellow rootsy vibe and usually serves as a soothing balm for the end of a long day. This is definitely the most upbeat song from the album and did the trick on my grumpy caffine deprived self this morning

“If your trials end, are really getting you down
We had a close call, I didn’t even see it, then another one, I hardly believed it at all.”

Left Size 4 Converse shoe still missing….Reward offered on safe return

Nightly Tune

March 31, 2013 — 2 Comments

I’ve had a few much needed few days off work recently and finally got to kick back with my laptop and a cup of tea. Yes I am Irish and lets put it this way America may run on Dunkins, but here in Ireland we run on Barrys.


I love that add reminds me of being little and curled up infront of the fire. getting a kick out of the fact that I was drinking Barrys too, what can I say I’m the youngest ;)

It goes without saying the I’m ridiculously in love with all things English but writing can be as draining as it is cathartic and I’ve lapsed recently, mostly pure to sheer exhaustion in the evenings.

However a bottle of wine or ten with friends and a good slumber and it’s all I want to spend my evening doing. However sure I was pretty that this is an industry that I want to immerse myself in…now I’m certain. And that’s a great feeling.

This is also a great song ;)

Enjoy the weekend, no point in working if time off isn’t enjoyed to the full. ( This is how I’m explaining that new dress to my bank account)