Sunday, December 31, 2017

~The Disney Princess Book Tag~

So, Olivia at Meanwhile, in Rivendell did this tag and she said anyone could do it, so I decided to do it. It's been a long while since I was tagged, I'm looking forward to answering!

1. Snow White: Name your favourite classic.

Uhm, sorry, classic? What exactly does that ''classic'' mean? Is it like: classic books like Jane Austen or classic books like Laura Ingalls Wilder? When someone says ''classic'', I think of books like that. So, I'll say The Little House on the Prairie books then. Those are classics, right?

2. Cinderella: Name a book that has kept you reading well past your bedtime.

Well, I have actually never read a book ''way'' past my bedtime. Sometimes, I have read a book for a while when everybody's lights were turned off, except for mine. One of those books is The Shadow Throne by Jennifer A. Nielsen. Or any book from that trilogy.

3. Aurora: Name your favourite classic romance.

I don't actually read that much classic romance books. I guess Pride&Prejudice, because I have read that one.

4. Ariel: Name a book that's about making sacrifices and fighting for your dreams.

Oh dear. I can't remember any that is like that. The Young Samurai by Chris Bradford maybe? That's about making sacrifices to achieve the goal, and fighting to achieve it. So I'll just put that one in.

5. Belle: Name a book with a smart and independent female character.

Oh no. Okay...uhm.....A Woman's Place by Lynn Austin.  For as far as I can have an opinion, the female characters in that book are pretty smart and independent.

6. Jasmine: Name a book with a character who challenged the social conventions of his/her world.

A Proper Pursuit by Lynn Austin? It has a character who did things her own way and decided things on herself, and it's really a great book.

7. Pocahontas: Name a book with an ending that was a roller-coaster of emotions.

I'm gonna go with Olivia's answer and say The Book Thied by Marcus Zusak. It was just so sad.

8. Mulan: Name a book with a (totally boss) female character.

Borrowed the ''totally boss'' from Olivia :) But to the question. The Help by Kathryn Stockett has some female characters like that. Or Wonderland Creek. If that is, that by ''totally boss'', I understand correctly that it is meant a stubborn and strong character. If not, sorry for my unknowingness ;P

9. Tiana: Name a book featuring a hardworking, self-made character.

Okay, I'm doing another Lynn Austin book. Hidden Places.

10. Rapunzel: Name a book featuring an artist.

 The only book I have ever read about an artist was The Painters Daughter, by Julie Klassen. No other book ever included a painter.                                                                                                                 

 11. Merida: Name a book that features a mother-daughter relationship.                                               

Right, Pascal, you're right. No idea. I haven't read that much books with a mother-daughter relationship. Stella Street, but that doesn't count.  Little Women then? It has mother-daughter(s) relationship.                                                                                                                                     

12. Anna and Elsa: Name a book that features a great relationship between siblings.                                                 
Ooh, I have one! The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall. Or My Heart Remembers by Kim Vogel Sawyer. Or Until W Reach Home by Lynn Austin. Or To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee, but Olivia already has that one and I don't want to have too many similar choices, that looks like I can't pick choices myself. Which I can.

Well, thanks Olivia for the tag! I really enjoyed it!

And I wish there was more...

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

~Wintery Wintery Winter!~

 Winter has come! Winter with a capital ''W''. Snowy winter, icy winter, cold winter. Where little white crystals, who miraculously are all different, fall from the sky and land on the cold ground. Or where raindrops pitter-patter on leafs, streets and roofs and all else outside, with grey rainclouds and pools, or white white snow that hurts your eyes because it's so white, and blue skies, yellow-white clouds, sunbeams peeking through the windows, and slowly melting snow, whatever is most common where you live. Or maybe it isn't even winter where you live. That's possible. Anyhow, today it is the really white snow and blue skies with yellow-white clouds for us, and yesterday (and the day before) it was the first option with a lot of snow swirling. And really, a lot. More than 10 centimetres fell in these past two days. And that's a lot for Holland. Because we haven't had a lot of snow these years. Yes,last year, there was pretty much later on, but not as much as this year. The years before we had wet snow to no snow at all. Not a nice winter.

That, the picture above, is really how it looked like this winter! It is not a picture of our environment, because yeah, I forgot to take pictures of them like I wanted to do and now, sadly, the snow is starting to go away. Okay, there's still a real thick pack of snow right now, but it's not as pretty as it was. So just a random winter picture from Pinterest then. Today, it hasn't snowed anymore, it stopped snowing yesterday at around...I don't know...9 o'clock in the evening or something like that? Maybe 8 o'clock. So it snowed the day before yesterday, pretty hard, and me and my siblings (that is me, my three younger siblings, my older brother and my older sister. Not my oldest sister) and some kids from the neighborhood went outside and started a snowball fight. For a while, but then we started making two forts, one for the boys and one for the girls. Then, one of the neighbor kids said we could make an iglo. And we did. We broke the girls' fort down and added it to the boys' fort, and we made half of the iglo. Almost the whole circle was done, and it was about the height of my five year old brother, but we didn't finish it. Probably won't finish it at all, 'cause it will get warmer this week until 6 degrees. So, no finished iglo then. Yesterday, we also built a bit of the iglo (that's when we built almost the whole circle) and it was snowing real hard with a cold cold wind. My toes were freezing off (metaphorically speaking, of course), it was so cold. Luckily, I had a warm winterjacket, and good gloves, but I don't have snowboots, so I used my boots. Really really cold (My feet started itching when I was warming up again). Of course, the whole hall was full of ice, snow and water, which is really annoying, but that's cleaned now.

Okay, so I'm curious now. I made a new page that includes reviews I have made over the past two years, and I added something to my sidebar, namely ''Labels''. But...when I view my blog, I cannot see anything new. Still no ''Labels'' and also still just 5 pages, and not 6. How is that possible while I did publish the ''Reviews'' page three times and I made the ''Labels'' thingy on the sidebar and saved it twice? I mean, I can't see anything right now, can you? Maybe it's a bug or something. Which would not be nice, but you can't have everything, right? Anyhow, how was winter at your place?

Wednesday, December 6, 2017


Well, I'm on Blogger for two years now. I made a new was my birhtday last month. We've been watching Gilmore Girls for the second time (We're on the beginning of season 3 now), I've made 140 posts, with this one being my 141th, and 6 pages. Don't pay attention to my first posts, I was new on Blogger and I didn't know anything. Better not read those ;) I have 21 followers. Ha. Last time I checked I had 18, but I never check how many followers I have. It doesn't interest me that much how much there are, but who they are does interest me, because I would like to know who follows me. 8, 163 is the number of pageviews, and I follow 37 blogs. I have been reading The Penderwicks again, because I had nothing to read and The Penderwick is always a good read if you're in the mood for something happy, and cosy. And listening to...well, a lot of different songs. I've been drawing sometimes, in my new sketchbook, which I got for my birthday(my other one was totally full). As for the movies we watched lately...The Lady in the Van(which was absolutely boring, at least for me), Thunder and the House of Magic(an animated movie) which was actually pretty nice to watch, we watched The Boss Baby(also animated) which I liked more than I thought, and we wacthed Paddington again(my older brother didn't see it before, so we borrowed it from the library again for him to see), I lost my library pass. Ugh, so stupid of me. I had it in my pocket, and then I must have lost it in the car or in the library.
Gilmore Girls always makes us laugh, it's really a good show!
Oh yeah, and we watched The Walk a while ago, and it was really great(I thought it was gonna be boring, because documentaries are not my favourite) Also Storks(another animated movie), which was...okay. Some really weird stuff like baby machines(that was also in Boss Baby), but it was good. I am still studying Spanish and Latin. And I read the book from Ranger's Apprentice that I really wanted to read, it was rather short(a novella) but still great as always. For the rest, I haven't really done something interesting. Well, it may snow Saturday. I hope it will, snow is so great! So, nothing further to say...I bought new earrings...Okay, now bye!

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

~More snippets: In which I show you more of my writings~

What kind of title is that? Yeah, I know, a miserable one. I don't know any good ways to name a post nor how to properly start a post :) Better than my other post about little snippets of mine. Anyhow, to the point.


I found her, sitting at the table, her head on her arms. A fan blew her hair up when he turned her side. Spread over the whole table were photos. Hundreds, thousands photos. The strangest was that they had entirely nothing to do with eachother. Hesitatingly, I considered waking her, when I noticed the pin board at the wall. More photos. And in the middle, circled with a red marker and pinned down with a big red pushpin, a photo of a man. He had a black beard, a forage cap, and a grey-green jacket. It looked like he was talking to a woman.
'Mike, what are you doing here?' I startled by Sara's voice and turned. She sat there, looking at me with those light blue eyes of her.
'Sorry,' I apologized. 'I was...uhm...busy with...' I vaguely swayed my arm to the photos. 'Just.'
'Just what?' She raised and hung a black curtain over the pin board. 'Did I tell you that you could browse around in my house?'
'Well, no, but...I thought that...'
'You thought I would allow it? Oh, Sara won't mind, I won't have to worry about that, right?'
'Sara, I didn't want to...break into your privacy.'
'You just did.' She started to put the photos on the table together on a pile.
'But I was worried about you.'
'I'll be fine.'


'I just realised something horrible.' The girl said. The boy pulled his eyebrows.
'Oh, yeah? What?'
'My dad is not my dad. I mean, he is my dad, but he isn't my dad.'
'So, you're saying your dad is not your dad, but he is your dad?'
'I don't get it.' The boy looked confused. I stopped. Something in their conversation intrigued me.
'You see, my dad isn't my real dad. But to me, he is my dad.'
'And how do you know this?'
'I just know.'
'So you think your dad is not your dad?'
'No,' The girl put down her coffee cup. 'I don't think he is not my dad. I know he is not my dad.'
'But you can't know for sure, Amber. Don't go accusing him of something, okay?'
'Listen, Jim. Even though dad is my dad in thoughts, I still want to find my real dad, to see if he wants to be my dad or not. If not, I'll be fine with that and go back to my old dad, who's not my real dad.'
'Okay, I'm hearing too much ''dad''s. You confuse me, Amber.'
'Hey!' A man pulled my arm. 'Can I get my hamburger or not?'


I ticked on my notebook with my pen and then threw it through the room. My paper was ripped out of my notebook, crumbled and added to the thousands of other crumbs in my room.
'You do know that's a waist of paper?' Matt said while he looked at me, sitting in the window.
'You do know you can fall?' I replied.
'True.' Matt raised from his seat and walked to my papercrumbs. He tried unfolding one, but I slapped it out of his hands.
'Don't read that! It's horrid.'
'What's so horrid about it?'
'Everything.' I put my head in my hands.
'You know, I'm your friend for what...eleven years?'
'Yes, eleven years.'
'I say you stop now.'
'Writers don't quit.' I frowned, and raised my head.
'Just go somewhere. Relax, eat something other than fries, pizza or tacos and then go write all of your fabulous ideas.' I looked at him.
'Maybe that's actually a good idea. The first good idea you've had in years.'
'Flatterer.' He pushed me to the shoulder.


They didn't know eachother. Neither had seen one another, not one time they noticed eachother. He was a fervent reader, and wrote something down himself once in a while. She was a reader too, though maybe a bit less than he. She didn't write. Though she did play piano. That time in the subway I had seen them, sitting far apart from eachother. That moment, I knew they had to meet. If they didn't do it themselves, fate had to do it. With a little help from me, of course. After all, I knew both of them.


'Christina Smith.' I pulled the brush over my red curls. 'Pleasure.' No, no, that didn't sound good. I rinsed my mouth and walked down the stairs, while with my one hand I ticked the photos on the wall one by one, a habit I had strangely enough, when I was nervous.
'My name is Christina. Christina Smith. How do you do?' I shook my head. Not good either. Quickly I walked into the living room, where Jen sat on the bench. 'What do you think?' I made a sort of weird dance in the opening.
'Perfect.' Jen raised a thumb and came out of her chair. I walked with her, out of the door of our appartment, down the stairs and outside.
'Are you going already?'
'Yes,' She sighed. 'I have to catch in on my work.' I pulled my nose. I loathed the thought of sitting in an office for hours like Jen did.
'Yo!' A voice said suddenly. A tall boy of about twenty walked to us. I looked at him. He was wearing a too small fake-leather jacket, shoulderlong blond hair, and baggy pants. His shirt almost reached his knees and he had a heavy golden necklace around his neck.
'Melvin!' Jen shouted. 'You're here!'
'O,' I couldn't help it, it sounded a bit disappointed. I recovered myself quickly. 'So you are Melvin? I am Christina, Jens friend.'
'Probably.' He raised one shoulder careless. 'Are we going in? I almost freeze out here.'
'O, sorry Melvin. I can't show you around.' Jen bit her lip. 'I have work to catch up with. Christy, would you give him a tour?'
'Of course.' I smiled. 'You go work.'
'Thanks!' She hugged me and ran away. I waved at her and then turned to Melvin.
'Shall we go then?' I asked friendly.
'Sure.' He sounded uninterested. With difficulty, I kept the smile on my face. I pointed at the house below our appartment.
'That's the Chinese. We often get out dinner there. He always fights with his suppliers. Then he stands there, yelling at the poor soul. Jen and I sometimes lay on the floor to catch the conversation.' I laughed. He didn't react, so I went on quickly. 'Left of us lives Herman Tfohler. He has a different girlfriend every day, never the same. To the right are mr and mrs Simpson. They always argue, and then I mean a big fight with stuff and shoes flying around. Across the street is the café. Mick, the owner, always breaks a rule and then police officer Nicholas comes by and they just stand there talking to eachother for hours. Anyhow...' I looked at him. 'Shall we go inside?' I held out the door for him and we walked to our appartment.
'So this is your place?' Melvin looked around.
'Yep, this is where we live.' I showed him the kitchen. 'Here is the kitchen. The kitchen sink, the stove, fridge and kitchen cupboards. Plus the oven, which I only use to dump junk in. Dave always gets angry about that. Here is the living room. Bench, TV, table, lamps, chairs, pillows. Upstairs are the bedrooms and the bathroom. Your room is here.' I walked to the door next to the kitchen and opened it. This was actually the room were we stuffed the things we didn't use, but for Melvins arrival we cleaned it up and now it was in the bathroom. 'You can put your stuff in the closet. Waar is your bag by the way?'
'I thought the taxi-driver would bring those up.' He said. I stared at him. Was he really that dumb or did he just play?
'Well. He won't. Shall we go get it then?'
'Do whatever you want.' He put his hands in his pockets. I stayed where I was, indecisive. Did he want me to carry the bags up alone?
'Then I'll go get the bags.' I expected a reaction like: ''Oh, no, I will get the bags'', but it stayed quiet.
'No need to.' The door opened and my second, now third actually, roomie Dave came inside. 'I got them. They were at the door, and I thought they were probably Melvins.'
'Yes, indeed. Would you like to put your things away or eat first?' I felt like talking to a child.
'Whatever.' Melvin raised his shoulders. I clenched my teeth and looked for Dave's eyes behind Melvins back.
'Help.' I said without noise. 'I can't hold on anymore.'
'Hey, Melvin. I'll make some food for you, come on. What do you like?' Dave pushed Melvin to the kitchen.
'Anything.' Melvin said.
'Thanks.' I formed with my mouth. He winked and disappeared in the kitchen together with Melvin. We were stuck with Melvin now. His slow voice irritated me immensely. I let out a sort of yell of frustration.
'Everything okay, Chris?' I heard Dave ask.
'Yes, everything is okay.' I shouted to him, to mumble after: 'Nothing is good anymore.'
Sorry, bit long. :)


I sat in the bus, lonely and alone. Well, alone. Three persons. Except for the chauffeur and me, there were three more persons in the bus. First it was only the man. He just put a bottle of cold beer to his lips. A outstanding scar ran across his dark arm. Long and thin. His hair was frizzy, and he missed one eyebrow. His nose was a bit crooked, and he had a golden ring in his ear. His sneakers were white, but had blue lights when he walked. I saw that when he came in. The second was a boy. He wore a blue cap, where his ravenblack hair peeped out. He whiped his hair out of his face all the time, because the peaks were in front of his eyes. He wore a white shirt, which was wet from sweating. He ran to the bus, and just made it. Out of his gray backpack stuck all sorts of papers and he had a skateboard under his arm. Every five minutes he moved on his place and looked out of the window as if he was expecting someone. He had dimples in his cheeks, which not only appeared when he laughed but also when he just moved his mouth, and a dimple in his cheek. Also he had a scar, but less outstanding than the dark man. It was by his eyebrow, which made it seem as if he had a stripe through his eyebrow. The most remarkable thing still were his eyes. One was dark brown, the other lighter and seemed to glow when the sun was shining in it. As last there was the woman. She was sitting on the bench waiting, her head bent and her bag in her hand, until she stepped in the bus. Her long black hair curled and fell to her waist. She had a pony and her big lightblue, the most light ones I had ever seen, constantly darted back and forth. She wore a bright green shirt, jeans, and high heels where the heel was extra thick. Her nose was small and she had a small mouth, which she constantly moistened with her tongue.
I saw a pin on Pinterest which said, describe a man, a woman and a boy who are in the bus, and make them be so recognizable that when you see them they could not be anyone else. I did my best ;)


He sat there, his hands in his head. I resolutely stepped toward him and pushed a chair by his table. He looked up and I saw the surprise in his eyes. 
'Let's start over again.' I held out my hand. 'I am Lauren Michel, and you are?' A few seconds he let me sit there, with reached out hand. 
'Drake Wyatt.' He shook my hand. I smiled.
'Nice meeting you, Drake Wyatt.'
'The same.' He pushed the plate of fries toward me. 'Want some?'
'I wouldn't want anything else.' With still the same happy smile on my face, I dipped the fries in the mayo. That evening we sat there three hours. Talking, laughing, and stuffing ourselves with all kinds of junk. Only half past nine, the owner came walking to us. 
'Time to go.' He said. I raised and walked out of the café, followed by Drake. Outside we cheered with our half empty cups of cola. 
'To a new future.' Drake said.
'We'll do it right this time.' I completed, smiling.


The wind and the trees seemed to work together and talk to me, telling me to go back. ''Don't go further'', they whispered. But nonetheless I went on. My feet seemed to walk through mechanically. Stepping over stones, avoiding holes and burrows. Occasionely a rotten branch collapsed and fell down cracking, where he came down with a dull thud. Apart from that, there was no sound except for my own breathing and the pounding of my heart, even though I didn't run. I felt something. The feeling you get when you're not alone. The feeling you get when someone is looking at you. Quickly, I turned around, but there was nothing to see. Yet I did not feel that I was wrong. I was rarely mistaken. A rave flew up. The worst feeling in the world, except for the feeling that you can't do anything, is when you know you are being followed but there is no one to see. That is frightening. Probably that was the reason why my heart pounded like crazy.


'Hey, boys, what are you doing here?'  A small man with gray...well, gray...more salt-and-pepper hair, walked to us. 'You were going to catch tonight's dinner, right?'
'Yes, yes, we would, yes,' Frank nervously cleared his throat. 'But Jack ran into someone and called us.'
'I can see.' The man looked at me and then at Jack. 'Couldn't you handle it yourself?'
'I didn't know what to do, right? I mean, what could I do? I was here, she was here, and the others were...' Jack pointed somewhere behind him with his thumb. '...somewhere there.'
'Aha.' The man looked at him without expression. 'So you called the others away from their hunt to go think together what you should do?'
'Uh, yeah. Yes, it comes down to that, yes.' Jack nodded frantically, to reinforce his words. It was clear that he had no idea what the man would do. I myself couldn't figure him out. 
'That's very smart of you, Jack.' The man looked at me again, his eyebrows frowned. 'You couldn't make it on your own, so you called the others? And why? To chat for a while whether she is a lady or not.'
'That was Ace. I didn't do anything. I said it was a lady. I mean, she. That she was a a lady.'
'Ace is right. How innocent somebody may seem, you should always be on your guard, understood?'
'Yes, Ivan.' Jack bowed his head. So that was his name. Ivan. The name fitted him. 
'I'm only saying so you won't get in trouble, Jack. For your own safety, you shouldn't immediately trust someone on their word.'
'I get it.' Jack squeezed his lips together.
'Hey, Ivan?' Ed raised his hand. Ivan, who walked further, turned to him.
'If you want to talk to me, you don't call me by just: ''Hey''. Than you do it somewhat polighter.'
'Ivan is a whole lot older than you, after all, Ed.' Jack said laughing. Ivan looked at him with narrowed eyes.
'I am not that old,' He tapped the stick against his leg. 'By the way, we don't raise our hands like we are small kids in school.'
'Sorry,' Ed dropped his hand. 'But can I ask something?'


'Call Phillis in.' Dickens walked out the door, and was replaced by a young man. He wore a sort of soldier uniform.
'There we finally have mister soldier.' I raised from my chair and saluted. 'Good evening.'
'Sit down.' He pointed at my chair and sat down himself. I did what he said and layed my arms over eachother on the table. 
'How are you doing?' I was slowly getting tired of answering the same answers every time.
'Fine. Now can we get to the questions?'
'You're already doing that.' I smiled at him, but it was not a friendly one. 
'Ah, yes of course. My apologies.' He gave me the same smile. 'Where were you Tuesday, nine o'clock?'
'According to you I was at the bank, so saying something else won't really help.' I raised my shoulders. 'So I was just at the bank then.'
'And what were you doing there?'
'Yeah, stealing I think. That's what the four officers before you said, so yeah...stealing.'
'And with who were you there?'
'As I recall, it were three colleagues, right?' I looked upwards, with a innocent face, as if I had to remember. 'Yep, three colleagues.'
'Who were they?' He didn't write down anything, just ticked on the book in front of him with his pen, with an irritating regularity. 
'Ah, I really have no idea, captain. Maybe you should look it up in that book of yours.'
'Who were your colleagues?' He repeated. 
'Well, as I said, I have no idea. Say captain, can you really read if I lie or not with that thing there?' I pointed at the lie detector.
'So am I lying or not?' I looked at him defiantly. He looked straight back with no fear, what surprised me. The others before him all looked away. Nevertheless, I didn't show anything. 
'Well then?' I threw my hands in the air, as if it was so obvious all this time. 'What am I still doing here then?'
'You're being questioned.'
'But the lie detector said I am innocent. Or do lie detectors lie these days?'  I tapped my chin with my finger, as if lost in thoughts, and then looked up with a cleared face. 'No, I don't think they do.'
'Miss Ocean, you are-'
'Tut tut tut.' I swung my finger in front of his face. 'No formalities please. I am just Pacific, and you?'
'Eugene.' He answered.
'What?' I laughed. 'What kind of name is Eugene? Are you a duke or something like that?'
'Maybe I should better ask what kind of name Pacific is.' He looked at me diagonally, with a small smile. I frowned.
'Pacific is a common name. Eugene though is a name for silly spoiled rich kids. Say, officer Eugene Phillis, are you a rich kid?'
'I was rich.' He answered, emphasizing ''was''. 
'What happened? Did your father disinherite you when he heard you wanted to play soldier?' I put on a compassionate face. 'How sad for our little officer.' I tapped his arm with my hand comforting. 
'I myself left my parental house.'
'Oh, how brave! Risking your fathers anger and leaving your mother in tears.'
'They both died.' I blinked. I didn't expect that. 'Where were you nine o'clock, fifteen september?'

There.  I'll float away like the lantern in Tangled.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

~When Calls the Heart review update~

Season 4 is on Netflix! We are already finished with it now(so soon). So, now that season 4 is finished, it's time for an update, don't you think? Here we go then.

Elizabeth Thatcher.

Elizabeth has grown a lot. If you look at season 1, where she's still a bit...well, scared, so to say. Not used to the life in Hope Valley(it was Coal Valley back then). She can't ride a horse, she can't cook or bake anything, and she hardly has any friends. Now she isn't afraid to stand up for herself, has her own(very strong)will, has a lot of friends, can ride horse and can cook, and fits in Hope Valley perfectly right now. She doesn't want to live anywhere else. She is still a meddler, now even more than first, but that is mainly just for the sake of her students and Hope Valley.

Jack Thornton.

Jack is mainly still the same. He is loyal to his job as Mountie, and therefore goes away. He still cares a lot about Hope Valley, maybe even more now. He grew more attached to Hope Valley and doesn't want to leave either. But, duty calls! (That, you will understand if you have watched season 4) He brings his relationship with Elizabeth to a higher level and loves her even more.

Frank Hogan and Abigail Stanton.

I put them together, because there were not much nice pictures where Frank is on alone. Abigail is still protective, very caring, and trusts people very soon. Some think she trusts people too soon. She becomes mayor of Hope Valley, and forfills that duty very well. As for Frank, I like him a bit more now. He is determined, and tries to take care of and help everyone. Let us just say, he is okay now. Not my favourite, but okay. :)

Rosemary Coulter.

Rosemary is still the same good-meant meddling, stubborn, enthusiastic about everything, funny Rosemary. She still loves to help and solve problems. And she has a will of her own, and believes all of her ideas will work, she never gives up. When things turn out bad, when something fails, she will try something else until it works out. She is my favourite character in the whole series.

Lee Coulter.
Lee is also still the same. Both he and Rosemary haven't changed a bit. And I'm glad for that! He is a good friend, puts up with Rosemary's complaints and even her well-meant talking-instead-of-him. You know, when he lost his voice and she did all the talking for him, ordering dozens of pies, scones, cupcakes and giving Jesse a higher position, and handling hard with the railway people(with that, I mean she demanded more money). He has his break-down moments from time to time, and then Rosemary on her turn puts up with him. When he was sad because Cody being sick reminded him of his brother Patrick, and when he had a deadline or else the railway wouldn't get the wood from him but from another saw mill company. He and Rosemary really fit.

Bill Avery.

Remember when I said in my previous review of When Calls the Heart that I didn't like him that much? Well, that changed. I like him now. He is protective, a good friend, and knows how people feel, he knows when something is wrong. He also never gives up. A.J. Foster was a woman who wanted to testify against Henry Gowen, but she pulled back on the last moment. He searched for her, and eventually caught her. Even though she escaped.

Jesse Flynn and Clara Stanton.

I like these two a lot. It is a bit disappointing that they are not in the show more often. I would like to see more of them in season 5, because they are both favourites of mine. Clara is really nice, and Jesse too. So yeah, I wish they were more seen in season 4.

Henry Gowen.

He is okay now. First he was grumpy and didn't want to accept help from anyone, then he did. But then he did business with the railway again and helped put Elizabeth off her position. Then he felt guilty, when a man who was hired by Ray Wyatt was sent to kill Bill and A.J. Foster. He didn't want them to die. And when Ray Wyatt pointed his gun at Bill and wanted to shoot him, Henry stopped him. To me, he's still on the good side, even when he did some bad things. He wanted to stay too, when Cody was sick. To see how it ended, before he would leave.

Faith Carter.

Faith is nice. She is a kind woman, and a good nurse. Sorry, I really don't have a lot to say about her.

Ray Wyatt.

I do not like Ray Wyatt. Of course, he is the bad guy. In my head, I scream: no! whenever he comes on screen. :|

People who came to Hope Valley during the 4th season(and some in season 3):

Shane and Philip
Cyrus and his dad
Ray Wyatt of course
Chad and Earl Wyatt and their dad
Mr Stoneman
Doug and his mother
Carson Shepherd and his sister-in-law
Harper and his mom
A.J. Foster
And Becky appeared again.

That was all! My review update is finished!

Friday, November 3, 2017

~The Book Lover's Tag~

I have been tagged with The Book Lover's Tag by Hannah from Books, Cameras, and Succulents! Yes, yes, yes!! Thank you Hannah, for tagging me!


Answer the questions
Have fun! (I sure will!)
Tag some book loving bloggers

1. If you could rewrite the end of a book, which one would it be?

O....kay. I'll try to think of one. Maybe Fire by Night by Lynn Austin. Because Ted dying was the saddest thing. But no, no. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. The end was so so sad. Rudy, Hans and Rosa Hubermann...It was so sad. I would have loved if they hadn't died. So, maybe that end.

2. Which fictional character are you most like?

Oh, let me see. No one? I can't think of anyone. Well okay, maybe Jane or Rosalind from The Penderwicks.

3. Do you have any signed books?

Nope. Not any.

4. What's the best book you've read so far this year?

This year?
The Book Thief. Honestly, I haven't really read any new books, except for this one and Go Set A Watchman by Harper Lee. Even though this had a lot of swearing in it (I just didn't read that, I read through those things), it was a great book!

5. Do you have any bookish pet peeves?

Yep. Donkey ears, loose pages, torn pages. Those.

6. Out of the books you have read this year, what has had your favourite cover?

Someday, Someday, Maybe by Lauren Graham.

7. Is there a book that releases this year that you cannot wait to read?

Brotherband book 7 and a short book of Ranger's Apprentice. There aren't any more books that I really want to read. I can't think of any except for these two.

8. What is your favourite non-fiction book?

So, based on a true story, right? Or on true events? I haven't read many of those, except for the story of Anne Frank and oh yes...Little House on the Prairie of course!

9. Do you have any favourite location and/or time period to have a book set in?

Well, I love fictional countries. They are always so magical and different than the real thing. Like houses inside of trees or a big village in the trees. On underground. Anything like that. Time period: Not specificly a favourite. I love any time period, except for futuristic.

10. Is there a book that reminds you of something else?

Well actually there is. It's a Dutch book I read when I was like eight or nine. Can't remember the title nor the author, but I read it when we were on vacation to Belgium, so it reminds me of our vacation there.

I tag:


Just to make it easier, and not name everyone and everybody, I tag you who reads this.
And then I mean all of you!