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Finishing this book in the sunshine. Have you read it? you really should. Its one of the best books i have read in a while.


book report



Summer has passed, and so has my summer reading. What did you read this summer? As written here:   my plan was to read these books, and so I did. I also read a book after those. As for the moment my reading mojo is asleep again, which is frustrating. I am in between books, can’t seem to get into the ones I start, so I give them up. Aff. Oh well, I’ll just keep trying.

Here are my opinions about the books I read this summer:


Johan Harstad: Buzz Aldrin hvor ble det av deg I alt mylderet.

I dont know if this books is translated to English or not, so this is probably just interesting for my Scandinavian readers. Well, I had huge expectations, because many people I know have this as their favourite book. Did I end up disappointed? Well yeah, kinda. I felt it lacked drive, and it kept bugging me that all the things that happened was so unlikely! I know its fiction, but come on! I found the main character a bit annoying, I wanted to ask him to snap out of it. Cut your hair and get a job.

I did like the description of the faroe islands, they were well written and I could easily imagine the nature and scenery. And there are some moving parts, and some very well written parts. But all in all this book did not change me in the way I hoped, it did not move me or touched me the way I wanted it to. Norwegian television has made a tv series about this book, that starts soon, and I am looking forward to that, cause I think this book might make a better movie than a book.


Rohintron mistry: the balancing act.

Last summer I read Shantaram. reading this I feel like one should stick to one big book set in India, cause if you read more, you’ll end up comparing them, even though you don’t want to. I kept comparing this to shantaram even though I knew I shouldn’t. they are two very different books about different things. People say they have cried reading this book, that they couldn’t read another book for a long time afterwards. For me it did none of these things. It’s not a bad book, not at all, I really liked the beginning, when I got around the middle it went slow for a while, but then it got better. I think the problem with this book is me as a reader; I couldn’t stop comparing it to shantaram. You should read it, if you haven’t read shantaram!




Ingrid Betancourt even the silence has to end

We all know what happened to her, right? We know she was kidnapped by the FARC, and we know she was kept in captivity for a very long time. We know she was released, and that the story got a happy ending. Well, despite all these things this book was a page turner. I couldn’t stop reading, and when I didn’t read it I was thinking about it. I was wondering what Ingrid was doing in the jungle right now. Everyone should read this book, I was surprised over how much I liked it. It’s not as much about politics as it is about hope and courage. A very strong inspiring book to read. Go and read it!



summer reading happened so fast



According to the papers, the magazines, the online bookstores, the bookstore on the corner, we are supposed to not use our brains during summer. Summer reading should feel like a summer breeze: cool and soft. You should read Sophie Kinsella, you should read crime, and how about a little selfhelp book to make you feel a bit better about that bikini body you’re flashing on the beach.

Well, I tottal disagree!!

I could not disagreed more! Seriosly, why on earth should I drown myself in mindless gibberish just because its summer? Why should I read a mindless books with 220 pages that takes me a day at the beach to finish, when I can indulge in a brick with 550 pages that takes me a week in my garden to finish. My summer books are always thick bricks. Last summer I read Shantaram, the year before that it was The story of Edgar Sawtelle, the year before that a huge book by Anna Gavalda. I don’t remember all this because I have super brain power (well..) but because the books were not mindless and took me more than a couple of hours to read. Why is it that we have to loose our brainpower during summer? I just don’t get.


These are my summer reads this year:


Johan Harstad: Buzz Aldrin hvor ble det av deg i alt mylderet.

I started this a week ago, and I’ve read around 200 pages already.

(the title can be translated to something along the lines of Buzz aldrin where did you go)

My older sister gave me this for my birthday years ago, my younger sister wrote a paper about it a couple of years ago. I’m caving in for family pressure and finally reading this. It’s about a man, who gets depressed, and goes to the faroe islands, to a sort of rehab-centre with other depressed. (oh doesen’t this sound depressing)

Ingrid Betancourt even the silence has to end

I’m really looking forward to reading this. I hope I will learn more about the FARC, the conflict, and also how she coped during those years as a hostage.


 Rohinton Mistry the balancing act

I’ve heard great things about this book, people say it’s mindblowing. I certanly hope so!









(Oh, look at Ida, she’s judging everyone who reads crime, she think she’s so smart. Look at her with her Kafka book pretending she gets it)


I used to paint, you know. I used to go to school and indulge in colours and tequniqes and cave paintings and shaddowing. I wrote a paper on Rene Margritte, because a pipe is not a pipe.

I used to stay up until 4 in the night, chain smoking and getting woozy on acrylic paint while singing to Garbage. (when I grow up I will be stable)

I used to draw. I went to the river, and found myself a tree, and draw it, like ten times or more.

Then, well, I dont know. Grow up happened? Family happened? Kids and work and dinner lists and could he just take out the trash for gods sake! happened.

I quit smoking last summer (I drink wine instead, and eat Haribo wine gums, lots of wine, lots of wine gums, thats how you quit smoking, oh and baby carrots! Yeah, go get yourself a baby carrot and get rid of your smelly habit!) and I go to bet at 11.

I miss painting. I miss drawing. I have all my stuff in the basement and I’ll go down there once in a while, try to paint something, try to chain eat baby carrots and paint and listen to Pearl Jam.

I collect pigs, all things pig. When I was a little girl my older sister was all about saving the dolphins and the whales and she started to collect all things whale and dolphin. I felt sorry for the pigs, like really really sorry, pigs have such a bad reputation, dont you think? I started to collect them. And I haven’t really stopped. Now there’s pigs everywhere in the house. The majority of my collection is in the basement, but if you ask the man I share a bed with, he’ll probably say that the collection is taken over the house. That might have something to do with the pig poster on our bathroom door, or the ice cream scoop shaped like a pig, or the pot holders shaped like a pig, or my neverending collection of tea cups with pigs on it, or the pig stickers I put on my belongings.

I got yarn everywhere too. Remember when you’ve just started knitting, and you had like ten or fifteen skeins of yarn, and you called it your huge stash? You refered to it as lots of yarn. Oh, good times, huh? My stash consists of, well I suck at math, so lets not get into that. But its everywhere. In the livingroom theres like 2-3 baskets. In our bedroom I took the cd’s out of the cd racks (who uses cd’s anyway? It’s soo the 90’s!) and put yarn there instead. I have bags under my bed with yarn. My stash is chaos, and I just recently understood why Ravelry’s stash pages has a “stored in” category.

But, oh but but but, you know what? I’ll be getting a hobby room! Sometime during july or august, I will get a room to have my yarn in, my art books in, my acryl painting in, my aquarelle pencils, my pig collection,my wine gum. We are re-arranging, the kids will get new rooms, and the room that the girl has will be mine. It’s a relativly small room, with no natural light /no windows, wich will be a challenge paintwise, but hello lots of lamps. Attached to this room is another little room thingy. The girl has used it as a walk in closset. I will use it as a walk in yarn room! I’m getting a yarn room!! Like omg omg omg, squeeeel. (I need a baby carrot to calm me down!)

I am really looking forward to this, I am planning and writing lists (Have I told you how much I love writing lists and planning? I love it almost as much as wine gums) . I’m gonna paint the room purple. ( I hope the girl forgets to take down her Hannah Montana poster so I can splat paint in Mily Cyrus face) I havent decided on what kind of purple yet, but I got colour samples. (Have I told you how much I hate making desicions? Almost as much as I hate Hannah Montana) The room has a huge desk, that I’m thinking about painting grey. I’m gonna have an old couch there, so the room will also due as a guest room when whe have guests. (we dont really have much guests, we’re not people persons. We hardly like eachother) I will go to the thrift store to buy a nice chair ( I really want a rocking chair, because they rock, and I’ve always wanted one, but they are hard to come by) and a little table. And I’m gonna knit a purple and grey striped chevron blanket for the room, because the room needs a welcome present. Hello room, welcome, relax, have a baby carrot and some wine gum, the red ones are the best.

I can’t wait!

Oh, and here’s a picture of my dog, just because you cant have a blog post without a picture.

my weekend was..

I looked at my schedual on friday and gasped a bit, cause yikes the next two-three weeks are hectic! So I decided that this weekend was gonna be all other than hectic, and I had a really nice calm weekend,filled with nice things.

My weekend was:

studying for my drivers exam


cuddling (here represented by one of my cats, he’s a good representer of cuddling!)



planning spring while ignoring all the snow outside






sending a birthday gift to my sister




(hoped to finish this during the weekend, but no, it’s the neverending west. I thougt bulky yarn was fast to knit with, but not this one!)




And then I baked. Cause today sunday, is Fastelavn here in Norway.  I did some wikipediing, and it’s pretty much the same as shrovetide and mardi gras. One of the traditions is to eat buns with cream, and so we did, but first I had to make them. I also made cinnamon buns, because I love cinnamon buns much more than buns with cream. (I might love cinnamon buns much more than some people I know, but lets not get into that)


boller med krem (thats norwegian for buns with whipped cream)



I found some cinnamon sticks I didn’t know I had and decided to mash them in my morter. And I felt like the best housewife ever, I thought “step aside Martha Stewart, look at me!” look at me making cinnamon buns with cinnamon that I am crushing into powder! Later I’m gonna find myself a cow and milk my own milk that I’m gonna whip my own cream from.(and in case you didn’t know; when making cinnamon powder one might sneeze cinnamon for the rest of the day, and one might even squeel a little when wiping ones nose..)


I’m getting housewifepoints for this!





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what was your weekend?