Sylvilel

Sylvilel As I fly Between light and stars, The vastness in my heart; Home.

©️Sylvilel «Ada has lead around her ankles. That’s how it feels when she drags herself through the days. Had she only known where she was headed, where she wanted to go. Then she finds the book about Djevelhogget. A hard trip, both mentally and physically, lies ahead of her.» A few months back, I recieved a request from author Tuva Tovslid about doing a reader review of her debut novel, "Djevelhogget," which I (the little attention-addict that I am) of course said yes to. Now. It needs to be said that I am often and almost always very sceptical about reading Norwegian debuts, for reasons I won't go into right now (we don't have all night.) But: The last time I remember falling in love with a book after page two, was at the age of twelve, when I opened "Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone" for the first time. Wich in itself is a kind of magic that is hard to find, in my opinion. That is what happened with "Djevelhogget

©️Sylvilel Sometimes I wonder if she ever really had any faith at all. Or if she just clung to what she professed to be her faith, because she wanted so badly for something to believe in. I think it’s a default in all of us, to need something to anchor ourselves with; be it religion or people, a job, a cause. It all comes back to the clawing need to believe in something outside ourselves. * She sat in her huge, moss green plush chair, eyes glassy and distant. Her pale old-person-skin looked almost smooth under the rays of the afternoon sun. A faint reek of soap, urin and dust filled the room. I watched her chest rise and fall every three seconds, slow and rasping. She could have been sleeping. She could have been dead. But no; she was ever so much alive just yet. We sat in silence; me listening to the waning rythm of her life; she staring blankly into nothing. It was a comforting silence, and a sad one. «I’m going soon,» she said. «You know that.» Her voice sounded

Currently reading:   Because WHAT is January without my good, longterm-friend, Skulduggery The Dead Skeleton Detective? Recently finished reading:  " I n this lush fantasy, Lei is a member of the Paper caste, the lowest and most oppressed class in Ikhara. She lives in a remote village with her father, where the decade-old trauma of watching her mother snatched by royal guards still haunts her. Now, the guards are back, and this time it's Lei they're after--the girl whose golden eyes have piqued the king's interest. Over weeks of training in the opulent but stifling palace, Lei and eight other girls learn the skills and charm that befit being a king's consort. But Lei isn't content to watch her fate consume her. Instead, she does the unthinkable--she falls in love. Her forbidden romance becomes enmeshed with an explosive plot that threatens the very foundation of Ikhara, and Lei, still the wide-eyed country girl at