My First Quote!

"Life is often like a Poem; when you begin to perceive it, it ends. But the lucky thing is, every end is a new beginning!" - My First Quote Ever
"Life is too precious to be just hanging around in it, too good to be just sleeping through most of it, and too passionate to be just thinking about it...... So, I WRITE..." ~ Sana Rose

November 28, 2010

Summer Island by Kristin Hannah - A Review

I read a novel, Summer Island by Kristin Hannah. It touched my heartstrings, my tear glands and formed multiple lumps in my throat… It is one of the best I ever read... 


It’s the story of the complex ties between a mother and daughter. Nora Bridge left her husband and daughters 11 years ago, for mysterious reasons that unravel later in the book. She’s a rich and famous talk show host now. Ruby, her younger daughter, now 27, is a struggling comedian and blocks out all memories of her pains and past and despises her mother in every way.
When a dreadful scandal ruins Nora, her daughter is offered a huge amount for writing an expose’ one her mother. Fate brings them together when Nora meets with a car accident and Ruby get stuck with her in Summer Island, being the only family with time to spare which brings back every past she had buried when she left.
Ruby starts the article declaring that she hates her mom. But as they get to know each other, Ruby realizes how much she had missed herself by missing her mom all these years… And the article ends with her declaration that she loves her mother. The betrayal becomes a blessing and Nora’s reputation is restored through a talk show Ruby was featured, where Nora appears along with her daughter.
Ruby gets to mend her first love and finds the love of her life in her first love that broke 11 years back.

It’s a wonderful book because it changed my own attitude to my relation with my mom with whom I have never been closer than I were to my friends…
 

And I learned a few facts and it was confirmed when my boyfriend told me a new info his mom told him- she used to tie him up when she worked because of his mischief…and he doesn’t remember it… Oh…it sounds so cute…!

A part of our real self is our mothers.. They know about our pure character than ourselves… When they tell us how we were, we’ll realize how much we have lost ourselves…
So what happens when our mother stops taking care of us or leaves us is that we no more care who we are…we no more want to remember who we were… We grow selfish…


Mothers can change the world… Not social reformers…

November 17, 2010

I Don't Know What To Say - Any Problem?

Hi friends... :)

Well, I know I haven't been particularly active for a few weeks, though I managed to make a post last week. But I know I didn't write much that I wanted to.
Today I want to write a lot, but I don't know what to write - umm... I don't know what to say...

I was reading after a long time last week. I got the sensational Twilight and it was fine - well, got me start reading after a dormant period with books. My shelf held many new books - but I never read one after... I don't remember which book I read last before Twilight. :-/
Of course, the romance is fleetingly good. And I sought the book after seeing parts of the movie.
Now I have the second sequel - New Moon. And it's written better, for sure. And I like the dreamy prose - not to mention that I have a crush on Edward Cullen myself (please don't tell Bella!)

And I am fully immersed in my dream novel. I have to complete it somehow - well, not somehow - I want to do it perfectly. And that's a serious love indeed. But I don't know what I can do without a laptop or a tiny netbook to work with my novel in this Era...
I keep longing to resume writing it. But the situations don't let me. And I need to change its title, but I am NOT getting one. 

Sometimes, I feel so helpless and miserable. Because Poetry is one thing which doesn't give me trouble to write and make a book. But my novel - fiction writing is quite a hard work and I am wondering when I will finish it. Or if I will ever...

I am going to try what I can - but for now, I am depressed for no reason - yeah, just on thinking about it itself.
I don't sincerely feel like spending much time online these days.

So no need to spoil the page here for you.
I think I will talk to you sooner or later. But another time.

Love you all... xoxoxo
Sana Rose

November 12, 2010

I Have Been Thinking...

I know it's been long... 
Well, I have been ill and sick. Of many things lately. Of darn Sinusitis. 
Took a lot of medicines, but at last none gave me relief, so I prescribed for myself after checking a Repertory with much prejudice. 
But I think I got the drug right - Belladonna 200 - God knows how many doses -I took it as I liked - And now I don't have that dull, congested, sharp, weighing, burning headache that aggravated at the slightest strain or stress or stooping. Or even Anger or Laziness to go to class... umm... ;) 
(I'm a sweetheart, aren't I?) LOL!!!!!!


I just typed my thoughts into my Facebook statuses every now and then and it caught some eyes - because of its depressed nature... Poor they - I wasn't as dark or upset as the words spoke...

I have been thinking of Doormats. And craving too much love from him. 
Feeling I wasn't loved the same way I loved him.
And being incredibly difficult. 

Well, can't ignore the FACT that sometimes men need a knock on their heads and we have to tell them, "Hey, I Exist!" or "I want to talk with you! Would ya mind?"

It could get embarrassing when they don't respond.... right?
But always I'm the one who gets over it sooner than I made all the depression for myself...
Sometimes I do get tired of being just a Doormat.  
And the best part of it is, he didn't make me the doormat.
And the worst part is I made myself the doormat. And that's annoying.

But I enjoy it anyway - may be I enjoy my own depression... 
And I wrote:

All right, I am a doormat! But don't make me feel like I'm a double doormat... Because, I'm not. You can't use the doormat when it's turned face down... At least not for the purpose of dusting your feet...

And it was sensational!

Another day, I was darkly dejected - well, just felt I didn't fit to be here... And I scribbled:

I am terribly, darkly dejected... I wish I knew why... I wish I did not exist... I wish I was just a heroine of a fictional novel, for whom the author writes it all... I know God is my author but life is not a fiction... It's a darned reality...

It became another discussion on my wall... geez...! :)

A friend asked me: "Nd finally u realized that reality is much BITTER than fantasy....."

Well, Guys...  
Not 'finally'... 'Over and over again'... It's nothing related to anything you guys know... And it's not a comparison between Reality and Fantasy... Sometimes the fantasy thriller am reading are much more complicated than Real life... But my words are a comparison between existing and NOT existing at all... A basic thought - not upto a higher level...
As far as Reality and Fantasy are concerned, at least we have a choice to accept reality or not believe the fantasy... But when we exist, we exist. If we don't, we don't. It's a dead line... Think about it... 


And finally, a few words with a friend gave me a thought. I am not gonna ponder over it, but you might like to... 

Surface and inner beauties are two - perceived by different senses... My thought is much more complex - the VOICE... There are different kinds of beauties... What kind is Beautiful Voice - surface or inner?

Bed time now...
I miss lullabies, you know... 
Just being able to sing them to a tiny one of mine will do for now - but I haven't got a baby.
That's the problem for today - And I won't get it solved in near future - not for a handful of years anyway... :(


Book News: Got the suggested Minimum Retail Price, but let it be a secret. It surprised me when Bruce told me that, because, I didn't how much worth my book was...

Love you all...
xo xo xo Sana Rose 

"I Do Not Want To Be A Doctor Who Writes, But I Want To Be A Writer Who Heals..." - Sana Rose