Summer Takeover #4 - Jazz

Jazz

During Winter I am a cold, sad, hermit person. I have mastered the art of a comfy fleece and a hot chocolate but SUMMER. Suh. Mer. Oh man, boy oh boy, Summer is my time to shine. I emerge from my hand-wash-only, charity-shop-jumper cocoon as a beautiful summer butterfly, ready to take on the world. And man, nothing screams summer like reading. Normal me hardly ever has time for reading, but summer me? That bitch loves a book.

Last summer I has the most insanely intense connection with a book that I have ever experienced. I read Celia Ahern’s ‘Time of my Life’ which sounds like exactly the trashy, white lady holiday read that I crave, and it has a yellow cover so what’s not to love? To my immense astonishment I’m now kind of obsessed with this book somehow?

It follows a miserable woman who feels totally unfulfilled in her life (instantly relatable) and then somehow she meets her life...because he’s a person...and he’s terrible! He’s grumpy and smelly and ugly because she’s not taking care of him, again - he’s the personification of her actual life, it’s mental but also effing lovely. So in this book she actually learns to take care of herself and be happy because she wants this person - her life - to be happier and better.

Somehow that shit resonated with me on a whole other level. Honestly, imagine if you were another person, would you ever dare to treat them the way you treat you? Abso-fucking-lutely not! Something about that weird book has stayed lodged in my brain since I read it and all through this winter, instead of being cold and miserable, I decided to be summer me all the time. Because she reads books and she’s awesome. Read this book, it changed my brain.

This is me, with my kindle in my lap after I fell asleep while reading this sweet, wholesome and weird as heck book.

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Thank you Jazz for taking over, she's a lovely uni pal turned firm friend, she is a wig-maker in the making and an utter joy.

You can find more of Jazz here!