Warm Vanilla Sugar, And Other Things

“CALVIN: This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn't make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery? If the guy exists why doesn't he ever show himself and prove it? And if he doesn't exist what's the meaning of all this? HOBBES: I dunno. Isn't this a religious holiday? CALVIN: Yeah, but actually, I've got... Continue Reading →

Homes

Of all of Elif Safak's books that I have read, The Architect's Apprentice is my least favourite. It's quite laborious and tedious in many ways. However, I took something away from the book that I turn to sometimes whenever I can remember that I am a (dormant) artist. An artist nonetheless. In the book, the... Continue Reading →

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