I turned 27 last Tuesday. TWENTY SEVEN. I’m not going to rant about getting old because that is nonsense, but there is something about approaching thirty that feels kind of weird. Maybe the weirdness comes from the fact that I still have Disney bed sheets and teddy bears on my bed.
|My dad's painting|
Anyway, I had a great birthday, surrounded by friends, family and a lot of food, I had a blast. One of the differences between my birthday now and in my early twenties is that back then my friends used to arrive with chips, soda and beer. Now they arrive with dessert and wine. A lot of wine. I think I received like 6 bottles of wine for my birthday. I have only one bottle left, hehe, but hey, I didn’t drink them alone.
My friends also got me books, yay! I’m currently reading one of the books I received as a present, The Stonecutter (Las hijas del frío in Spanish) by Camilla Läckberg. It is a murder mystery and I’m loving it. Why is it that Swedish writers are particularly good with suspense-mystery novels?
But by far, the coolest present was my dad's. He painted my present. Yes, he painted a ballerina and dedicated it to me. How amazing is that?
But back to the books: I finished reading Bring Up the Bodies by Hilary Mantel last week and I loved it even more than Wolf Hall. I didn’t think that was possible. I’m going to write my review soon, I promise. I have been reading a lot about English history and I have my eye on some books I want to get about Anne Boleyn and Elizabeth I.
So this is my quick update about the past week, I know I’m not posting as much as I would like, but at least I am reading a lot. I’ll promise I’ll post more reviews soon.