Friday, 15 June 2018

Oh, the Places:: Dublin

May brought final deadlines of first year, frantic studying and writing, and exams. It also brought an opportunity that consumed my wanderlustful heart: to go to Ireland. On St. Patrick's day back in March, I had found a massive deal that meant we could cross the Irish Sea for £2 a way, which was incredible, and studying right near Anglessey provided a few friends from university and I the perfect opportunity to do this in a wild 24-hour stint involving severely limited sleep, scrambling for euros, and crashing in ferry armchairs. Like I said, wild 24 hours.

My family are originally from Ireland and the majority of them still live there, so part of me had always harboured the desire to go and see the country from which my grandmother emigrated to England, and to see the place of my ancestry. Being confined to 24 hours, we knew we wouldn't see the entirety of Ireland, but maybe in the future. Fortunately, ferries from Anglessey arrive straight into Dublin, so we had a fantastic chance to visit the Irish capital (also at a highly charged political time which ended in a wonderful result.) It was exhausting, frantic and a heck of a lot of fun despite some chaotic moments. This is 24 hours in Dublin, Ireland.


Oh, the Places is a series of posts in which I recap through photographs my travels, both expected and surprising across countries, cities, and seas. Consider these field notes from a wanderlust-filled student desperate to see more of the world than her small English home, and Welsh university city.

Saturday, 9 June 2018

REVIEW: Eliza and Her Monsters

Eliza and Her MonstersIn the real world, Eliza Mirk is shy, weird, and friendless. Online, she’s LadyConstellation, the anonymous creator of the wildly popular webcomic Monstrous Sea. Eliza can’t imagine enjoying the real world as much as she loves the online one, and she has no desire to try. Then Wallace Warland, Monstrous Sea’s biggest fanfiction writer, transfers to her school. Wallace thinks Eliza is just another fan, and as he draws her out of her shell, she begins to wonder if a life offline might be worthwhile. But when Eliza’s secret is accidentally shared with the world, everything she’s built—her story, her relationship with Wallace, and even her sanity—begins to fall apart.

There's a story behind my experience of reading this book and why I picked  it up. And it's a hard one.

For the past few months I've been flooded by the brain-based tsunami that is depression. It hadn't flared up horrendously in a while and then, at the end of January, I cracked, completely. So I made a doctors appointment, phoned my mum, packed my bags and headed  home from university for two weeks, to escape from my triggers and take a break. This was my ultimate worst point. When I needed to do something, anything, I couldn't: I could barely function beyond sleeping. I struggled to go out, to watch anything, to read anything. But me, being the bookworm I am who has always found massive comfort in books, I needed  to read  to help myself in this time. Nothing on my bookshelves was appropriate for my mental state, everything was too serious, and lacked any of the fluff I really craved. And then I remembered this book, which I had so desperately wanted to absorb myself in for months: so I opened  Amazon (all hail student Prime free-trial), bought Eliza and Her Monsters. The next day I began to find solace in Eliza's world. 

Reading this book was a risk, any book was. I didn't know what was going to trigger me, and if reading about someone who like me, also experiences very bad anxiety, would have adverse affects on my mental health. But the reality was that reading about Eliza's journey was immensely comforting. Mainly because there were strong ties between LadyConstellation and I. I've very often disappeared into fictional worlds, often creating fanfiction and fan art for them *coughs* Harry Potter. Like Eliza, anxiety often cripples  my mind and it distanced me from others in school, and like Eliza, my online life and friends is a wonderful world to delve into.

This book is truly understanding of what the readers who will consume this are probably going through. Not every YA book out there features the struggles of having friends scattered across the world, but few you can physically interact with, and few accurately depict the close bonds of fandom communities. But Eliza and Her Monsters did so perfectly. The closest I'd ever felt to my own story through literature before then was Rainbow Rowell's Fangirl, and I still feel the deepest of connections to Cath in that book, however, in the present day when now at 19 my life tied a lot more to Cath's did when I first read the book at 14, this book was an empathetic hand on the shoulder that understood. This book is truly special, a rare jewel that has the potential to provide comfort to any anxiety sufferer, regardless of background or situation. Above all in this sense, the world felt real. Eliza's life and story felt so utterly plausible and tangible that I became fully immersed in her bubble. Additionally, even when Eliza's story wasn't directly being focussed upon, Zappia integrated two other stories in the webcomic and a series of books which Eliza adores, that despite their limited presence (to a degree) were such convincing additions that they became stories I'd genuinley want to read. 

On top of a beautifully layred plot, all the realms of characterisation within the book were spectacular. Every side character had their own arc and development, feeling as colourful and bold as Eliza, not a monochrome hum in the background. And no, whilst love isn't the answer in mental health, and relationships in mental health books aren't always a good idea, often creating the notion that a relationship is the answer to depression, anxiety, etc, the relationship between Eliza and Wallace was extraordinary in its heartwarming simplicity, delicacy and weaving into the fabric of the plot. Wallace wasn't the answer to Eliza's mental health, a relationship isn't a cure, but he was the support that we all need when going through a mental illness, and emphasised the notion that even when we are ill and telling ourselve otherwise, we are worthy of love, and love can bring so much light to our lives. (Also the relationship had slight hints of my own relationship with my boyfriend which made my heart sing.)

In other words, pick up this book(!)

Sunday, 11 March 2018

I'm Not Who i Once Was

This is a topic that I'm frankly very afraid of talking about, but I need to do this, above all else, I need to do this for myself.

In December, I was offically diagnosed with depression.
I think I'd known for several years, roughly 5 or 6, that I had it. It had been plaguing me since the early years of high school, dominating my mandatory academic years. I was an outsider, generally friendless, and so escaped into books and fantasy lands to find comfort in lands that weren't my own. I'd never denied that it was there, but I finally plucked up the courage to go and talk to a medical professional about it. Having that diagnosis, as painfully ironic as it sounds, was one of the most satisfying feelings possible: to have an offical label assigned to the warfare going on inside my brain... to know there are things that can be done to help me, and people who are going to guide me through that beyond those I love, is so reassuring.

Depression is an illness. It is an illness of the brain. Bringing up my depression is a struggle because generally I feel embarrassed by it because I just want a nice, normal brain, and because there's so much bloody stigma attached to illnesses one can't physically see. Well, you can physically see my depression: you can see it in the purple bags under my eyes that come from being barely able to sleep. You can see it in my makeupless face, barely acknowledging how deathly I look. You can see it in the emptiness of my smile and the hollowness of my eyes when I "shut down," and when in dips, I drag myself through the motions. It is an illness, and it is evil, but I refuse to let it define me.

I refuse to be seen as "the girl with depression," because for a while I've struggled to see myself as otherwise, no matter how many people, especially my boyfriend, tell me that it doesn't matter, it isn't all that people see. There is so much more to me. I am Holly. I am the girl who is obsessed with Harry Potter, and who has a laugh like a witch's cackle. I am the girl who who wears scarves in all weathers and has an unhealthy attachment to black boots. I am the girl who will through her love at you, if you are loving too. And even in the pain, I am still there beneath the days where I can't move from my bed; beneath the minutes where the power cuts in my body and I need to leave the room, the movements around me blurring into one. I am still there. I, Holly, am still there.

But I'm also not the same person I was.

In January, I had the worst depressive dip I have encountered in my many years facing this illness. I could barely move from my bed for 2 weeks. I couldn't read, I couldn't watch anything. All I could do was feel so all-consumingly empty and sleep. Now, in mid-March, I am not the same person as I was before that, as before my depression started getting progressively worse in late-October. To a degree, I've lost nearly all sense of what I love on the internet and in my hobbies. Only now am I finding the overwhelming urge to read again, and I've realised how much I've missed that feeling. I'm currently on leave from my job at MuggleNet until I feel steady enough to return to my job as a Lead Editorialist there. And... then there's here: Lost in a Library. I've no idea who reads this blog right now or if anyone even touches it, but I've said I've no intention of giving up on this little space, and I firmly stand by that. This is my corner, my patchwork in a tiny cosmos in the galazy of the internet. I may not be around nearly as much as I used to be, and my content may be changing massively, but I am still here.

Things are going to be slightly different from now on: I'm not going to force myself to post stuff that I scheduled in when I was "well," and I'm not going to force myself into posting regularly for the sake of posting regularly. I'm not going to force myself to write anything unless I genuinley want to, and if I don't feel enthused about an idea that I once had, then that's okay. I will always be first and foremost, books first, but I want to bleed a little more creativity and generally life-based writing into this canvas. This is my space and I need to shape it now to how I am now, Holly: aged 19. Consider me like a very quiet jack-in-the-box: sometimes it might be a few days between posts, someitmes it might be a few months. I don't know... I'm just trying to manage, but I refuse to give up on this place, this blog, this little lovely place which has brought so much into my world.

I refuse to give up.

Thursday, 1 February 2018

Oh, the Places: The Elephant House

I first visited Edinburgh last July. It was at the height of summer, when A Level results were still just under a month away and my soul was craving adventures into uncharted territory. My family had been planning to holiday in Scotland for several years, and it was one of the things that I'd hoped to tick of my 18 before 18, but alas. However, 2017 was the year we finally got the ball rolling, and soon enough, we had set foot in Edinburgh. 

Edinburgh was somewhere that I'd always wanted to visit, but above anything else, I desperately wanted to see The Elephant House, where J.K. Rowling wrote and edited Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. As someone who aspires to be an author themselves, and as someone whom Harry Potter has so heavily impacted upon, it felt personally necessary to head to The Elephant House at least once during my five days in Scotland. In the end, we ended up sticking our heads in once in the evening, when it was too packed to even comprehend queueing, and we breakfasted twice in there. Those two mornings, in particular the first, in which we got a spot in the for once empty cafe, looking across to Edinburgh Castle, is a memory I cannot help but treasure. As a writer and a Potterhead, this is a place you can't not visit. 

Oh, the Places is a series of posts in which I recap through photographs my travels, both expected and surprising across countries, cities, and seas. Consider these field notes from a wanderlust-filled student desperate to see more of the world than her small English city.

Friday, 19 January 2018

Best Books of 2017

So 2017 has proved to be a weird year for my reading. I completed my Goodreads Challenge 2 weeks before the end of the year... and even then, that was dragging myself to the end. Normally I surpass my Goodreads goal by several books. This year? I'll be seriously impressed if the books I actually need to read for my degree have been read by the time this post goes live. My mental health took a huge toll in October, and nosedived from there onwards, meaning I wasn't reading for pleasure, and was seriously struggling to read for my degree, too. However, whilst this has been the case, there were a handful of books that I loved during 2017, which, naturally, I have to share with you. These were my favourite books of 2017...

1. A Conjuring of Light by V.E. Schwab
Oh this was soooooo good. I don't think I ever have flown through nearly 700 pages of utter wonder at such pace, and I doubt I ever will again. I, known Harry Potter obsessive, couldn't even get through Order of the Phoenix this fast. Over the course of the trilogy, I'd become so invested in these characters and this world that at every plot twist here I was left reeling, sometimes needing to put the book down for hours at a time out of sheer emotion. And, on top of everything else, it wrapped up beautifully. The perfect ending to an astonishingly good trilogy. REVIEW
Read in July

2. Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi 
I don't think I ever expected to love Persepolis anywhere near as much as I did. The artwork isn't necessarily in a style that appeals to me, which is interesting given the graphic novel format, but the content and the story that was told mattered in my eyes so much more. Persepolis opened my eyes to a fragment of history which isn't discussed and is far from talked about, and did so from the perspective not of a wikipedia writer or history graduate, but of someone who lived through this time and can give a refreshing, eye-opening account of her life in Iran. This taught me about a time I ashamedly knew nothing about, and made me increasingly aware of this period of history, so for that I'm exceptionally grateful. 
Read in April

3. A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab
Now, looking back nearly a year on, I find it hugely ironic that I was so reluctant to pick A Darker Shade of Magic up. It's fantasy, it's historical - both elements that prior to this I generally tended to avoid. V.E. Schwab has a way with words that is an intimate, charming magic, whispering to the reader in the same manner as wanderings of the mind. It's dark, as stated by the title, but the humour, the characters, and the emotional development that occurs over the course of the novel is striking. Also: parallel universes, magic, and a masquerade ball, how could I not love this? REVIEW
Read in February

4. The Princess Saves Herself in this One by Amanda Lovelace

Coming from a similar vein to Rupi Kaur's Milk and Honey, which was in my 2016 favourites, it's understandable that I loved this collection. I bought this in the interval between parts of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child back in August, mainly for the dedication to "The Boy with the Lightning-Shaped Scar." The Princess Saves Herself in this One is a collection that will haunt me for a long time to come. It isn't the most embellished or lyrical poetry, but it packs a punch, and speaks to the soul in a way that often rendered me speechless. I loved this so much that I wrote a book review of it as part of my poetry portfolio for the first semester of my degree, that's how good this was. I will dive into this again and again, whether looking for inspiration for my own writing, or for motivation in every capacity of life. Just beautiful. 
Read in September 

5. Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
Contrary to many who read Miller's The Crucible for A Level English Literature, my final A Level text was Death of a Salesman. This play seems to generally acquire a widely mixed, mediocre response, and more people I know than don't said they hated this. Personally, I was shocked by how poignant and gently beautiful Death of a Salesman was. It isn't an easy read; it's harsh and bitter and is buckling under the pressure of post-war capitalism in 1940s America. Though the premise seems bleak and basic, this play is deep beyond face value, and I doubt I'll ever read anything quite like it again. (Not to mention the fact that I ended up with an A for A Level English Literature, which may have helped solidify and reaffirm my love for Miller's play.) REVIEW
Read in March/April

6. As I Descended by Robin Talley
Since reading The Lunar Chronicles several years ago, I've fallen deep in love with retellings. However, until reading As I Descended, I'd never read a retelling of Shakespeare, and now having done so, I can't believe I waited so long. I knew from the start that I'd love this book; Talley's debut, Lies We Tell Ourselves was one of my favourite books a few years ago, but I didn't realise just how much. As I Descended not only gives wonderful ethnic and LGBTQ+ representation (finally some accurate bisexual representation), but is incredibly chilling, creating the perfect atmosphere for a Macbeth retelling set in a Virginia private school. Please just read this!
Read in August 

7. A Quiet Kind of Thunder by Sara Barnard
This had far too many moments in it that rung eerily true of my own past experiences with anxiety, and yet was really educative on areas that I hadn't really considered before, such as selective mutism. A Quiet Kind of Thunder perfectly hits what its like to be shy and also to be scared to speak among people you're not familiar with, and it was weirdly comforting to see this from a perspective that was outside of my own head. For a while I was worried that this was going to go down the path of "your head is a mess, but don't worry, love will solve everything!" but A Quiet Kind of Thunder actively went against this. It shows and promotes that love won't solve a mental illness, it can be an added bonus on the side, but love isn't the answer - and I appreciate the distancing from traditional YA tropes there.  REVIEW
Read in April

8. Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie

The latter quarter of 2017 brought the start of my degree majoring in English Literature, and whilst there was a heck of a lot of books I read for my modules that I sadly didn't enjoy, I really really loved J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan. It's problematic, and I have my qualms on every page, especially surrounding the context of the time's ideas on gender, but nonetheless, this is a wonderful tale of escapism and fantasy for any reader, regardless of this being categorised as a children's book. 
Read in October

Friday, 5 January 2018

2017: A Year in Review

January is usually a pretty terrible month, coming off the high that is Autumn and the festivities of December, but this month was possibly the most social I've been... ever?! I don't think I've ever had so many interactions with friends in such a concentrated time before (then again, I've never had this many friends before either so...). I had a pretty easy time getting back into the swing of work for college, even though the stress of exams was beginning to simmer under the surface. Then of course, there was La La Land ... it killed me... as in, the soundtrack is the only thing that I listened to for an entire week. Additionally, I got my last two offers from universities I'd applied to - my fourth choice and then my fifth. After that everything got a little complicated when I found out that I couldn't put my second choice as my insurance because it was an unconditional offer. As I write this I have no idea what the fuck I'm going to do... Bangor is my firm choice and always will be, but unless York St John are willing to compromise, I don't know what to put for my insurance. (I worked it all later, says 2018 Holly, but the stress was unneccessary) Wrapping up a rather chaotic month, my MuggleNet internship got a month extension! 

February was a month where I did so much and experienced so much more than I could have possibly predicted for the dregs of winter. The stress was starting to increase a little as predicted ahead of exams in June, and on top of that I was trying to secure my job at MuggleNet. My eighth and ninth articles were my final chances to show what I'm capable of, and that made me really just how much I wanted this job. At the very end of the month, I actually got hired as a member of permanent staff for the site, so for now at least, I'm there to stay! Speaking of Harry Potter, my friends and I won a ridikkulusly hard quiz at our local Harry Potter Book Night, gaining Waterstones gift cards as our prize (not to forget the glory). I still don't know how we managed it... The month proceeded on to be one of seeing friends time and time again, and attending book events; one for Stephanie Garber and another for Maggie Harcourt.  In the final few days of the month, I attended an applicant day for my first choice university: Bangor University and got another chance to indulge in Hogwarts buildings, seagulls, sea spray, and views of the mountains - everything I adore in one!
Also:: I saw two pretty excellent films this month: Moana and Hidden Figures (which is a new favourite of mine) - you should check them out! 

What started out looking like fairly busy month became busier by the day in March. On the first day of the month, I officially started my job as a member of staff at MuggleNet! This had been a dream of mine for years that'd I'd never expected to happen, and yet there I was. IT was also the month that I started being a blogger for events at my local Waterstones - starting off with Samantha Shannon! Then after a couple of weeks in the quiet depths of revision, I had what may have been the busiest 10 days I've ever experienced, involving an applicant day at my insurance choice - York St. John University, and travelling to London twice. The first of these was a rather unexpected surprise invitation from Amber to be her plus one to the preview event of the Forbidden Forest at Warner Bros Studio Tour London, and so I finally got to visit my favourite place again, and this time with a friend! Being there late in the evening and getting to wander around when it was quieter and darker was so fun, and we got to see things that we hadn't expected to, such as Privet Drive. The day was tainted by the fact that we were caught near the Westminster Terror Attack when that was going on, but nevertheless that didn't stop us returning a few days on. Later that week, we were back in London again for the March for Europe anti-Brexit protest, and of course the House of MinaLima, Foyles and Veggie Pret. This was both Amber & I's first protest, and if the opportunity arose, I'd do it again. After the wind down from this week, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was FINALLY released on DVD, and from the moment I had the DVD in my hands, it quickly became my revision reward. 

April was mad. Of course, it was revision packed, but at the same time, it was a month filled with unexpected encounters and new experiences. Early on, I had the opportunity to once again blog an event for my local Waterstones; this time the incredible Angie Thomas on The Hate U Give. Aside from this the month was generally quiet aside from the stacks of revision and the few days where I went on "revision based trips." Over Easter, as part of my Wuthering Heights revision, my mum and I went to Haworth to visit the Bronte Parsonage Museum, and then a week later I headed to Shakespeare's Globe to see Othello with Amber. The day was mainly spent with sore feet because I wore the wrong shoes, exploring the British Museum (naturally, I got to London too early), and visiting the Platform 9 3/4 shop at Kings Cross Station. 

Honestly? I'm very surprised that I managed to pull through May. Bar leaving the house twice (once for seeing Patrick Ness with my friend Lottie, and once for book club), I was a hermit in the depths of revision. I was doing 10 hours a day, every day, minimum. It seems extreme, but it was obsessive and was the only way I ever truly felt okay with myself. I also voted for the first time, in my city metropolitan elections (my side won, which I must say was an added bonus). It was the hardest month I've faced in years, and between the night panic attacks and recurring meltdowns, I'm genuinely shocked that I've made it to a point where I'm on the other side of it all and have hours of the day I've not seen since January. There was also a terrorist attack in my city, and that knocked the wind out of me for a bit. As I wrote in the aftermath, it was hard to deal with, and made Manchester feel more like a house than a home. As you can gather, it truly was a crappy month, but nevertheless, I pulled through stronger for it. 

June was a fairly mixed month, as until the 9th, I was sitting exams, some of which went well, and some of which - through no fault of my own but through the fault of the exam board - went not so great. I spent most of that week having bad panic attacks, encountering a serious lack of sleep, and studying until the early hours of the morning ahead of said exams to make sure I had the information down. In the midst of this on my one day break that week from exams was the General Election, which turned out horifically. Astonishingly, I managed to avoid any form of results until 3pm when I finished my final exam and met up with a friend for coffee afterwards, but it was still such a disappointment. The next couple of weeks, whilst experiencing the immense relief of being on summer and taking a break for a while, were mainly spent sleeping, and recovering from the months spent without really looking after myself from stress. I like exams, I always have, but I was simultaenously very glad of a break until University commenced. The remainder of June was spent adjusting to the sudden amount of endless days without few committments that I now had, and loving having the time to read, go outside, and write again. In the final few days, I got really ill, which was probably delayed exhaustion, but prior to that my friends and I participated in a Harry Potter 20th Anniversary Quiz Night, and didn't do too badly. Finally, going back to 9th June, this was the month in which I left college, which was sad for the end of lessons and some friendships that were built up, but also happiness for it meant the next step was around the corner. 

July on the whole was incredible. Always my busiest month, 2017 was no exception to this. Whilst still trying to adjust to the summer, I decided to fill as many days as I could with things to do, including reading. I don't think I'd read as much in a month up until that point all year, and that included one of my favourites of 2017: 666-pages-long A Conjuring of Light by V.E. Schwab. Additionally, July was when I finally saw Wonder Woman. I'd never seen a superhero film before this for reasons that even I don't know, but this was spectacular, and good enough that the next week I went again to see it with Lottie. Aside from this the rest of the month was consumed by travelling. My friend Jess & I went to Matt Haig's Manchester book signing in mid-July, and following this, a week later I headed to Edinburgh for five days. Until then, I'd never been to Scotland before; so another country ticked off the list and intense wanderlust once again fulfilled! I rarely go on holiday to cities, and rural, costal areas like Wales are far more suited to my taste, but Edinburgh was a beautiful city that I'd happily revist again. Admittedly a lot of my time there was spent trying to find Harry Potter sites, including breakfasting in The Elephant House and going on Edinburgh's "Potter Trail" which was fantastic. I even raced to pick up my copy of the official script edition of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child just before we headed back to Manchester. Overall, it was a lovely few days away and a good distraction from the current A Level results anxiety looming over me. At the end of the month, Lottie and I headed down to London for YALC/LFCC which was amazing, and consisted of endless hours of books, missing our train home, FINALLY meeting Gee, seeing Amber and Hannah, and in a total struck of luck of managing to get a ticket, meeting Dan Fogler aka Jacob Kowalski from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them... why yes, I did lose the plot. 

August was simultaneously gruelling and amazing. It was the month that changed everything. At the beginning of the month I went with my friends to V.E. Schwab's Manchester book signing, totalling the number of times Lottie and I had seen her in a week to 3. She's always so lovely and answered all our questions - what more could you ask for from one of your favourite authors? However, following on from and underneath this was the constant anxiety of A Level results looming. I spent the first half of the month constantly on edge and frightened for what the outcome would be. Then on the 10th of August, I got 2 out of 3 of my results through: English Literature and Sociology. Whilst I had done amazing in both results and that would definitely help me stand a chance at getting into the university I wanted to attend, I was still scared on the basis that my Media Studies exam had gone horrifically. 17th August was a day that I knew would be the happiest or the worst I'd ever encountered, and thankfully it was the former because I got an A in Media Studies, meaning I'd overachieved what I needed to get and thus had got into Bangor University! The feeling of having achieved what I had so desperately desired was immense, and the day was celebrated by going for lunch with my mum and dinner with the family. The day was amazing, but it was slightly tainted by the fact that I discovered I had one day less before move-in than originally told, and it unsettled me in the sense that suddenly I couldn't value time at home more if I tried. A couple of weeks later, and I was back in London; this time for a solo trip I'd been planning for years. I think this was pivotal for me trusting myself and having faith in myself that I can push the boundaries of my anxiety. Exhibit A: I'm terrified of the London Underground, but day 2 and I did it alone, then day 3 navigated 3 changes alone. Day 1 I forced myself to leave my hotel and walk into central London. I love London, spending time there travelling around book shops and so much history, but I know that I could never live there. Those 4 days, especially the first 3 alone were so great for pushing myself, and also for doing what I wanted to do in London, no strings attached. For example, I went to the British Museum 3 times, walked the length of Hyde Park, visited the Natural History Museum, and spent a ridiculous amount of time in Foyles. But above all, the most wonderful thing about those days was Wednesday 30th, when I FINALLY SAW CURSED CHILD! I couldn't have fallen more in love with the production if I tried, and I got to see their 500th show! Everything was, to fulfull cliche, so utterly magical, and I was left feeling speechless. From the moment the play started, tears were streaming down my face, and I cried for the majority of Part 1 Act 1, and Part 2 Act 2.  

September commenced on a day that I'd been waiting for for years. 1st September 2017: 19 Years Later. For me, this was practically a religious day, and I spent the entirety of it with Lottie and Gee travelling around central London and, of course, being at Platform 9 3/4 at 11 o'clock. To be around so many Harry Potter fans, for such an immense, significant moment, was so unbelievably special in a way that I'll never be able to truly explain. Following my return from London, I had two weeks of spending remaining time with family, finalising paperwork, and then packing for university. The weekend of the 16th-17th September were probably the hardest couple of days of my life, with moving to Bangor on the Saturday, and then my family leaving to head back to Manchester without me on the Sunday. Studying at Bangor was all I'd been working for, but the moment they left and the hours before and after that were brutal. Then freshers week happened, which was insane, chaotic and exhausting, and I ended up with freshers flu right as I officially started my degree at Bangor University. Overall, September was a manic rush to the senses of displacement, excitement, anxiety, and adjustment whilst trying to make new friends in my new setup. There were a lot of times where it wasn't enjoyable, and I disliked freshers week far more than I liked it, but going from starting this year with no idea where I'd be in nine months time, to reaching the end of September when I'd completed my first week of university is immensely satisfying.

October was... well... October was interesting. Though for reasons I can't say because they're very personal, the only way I can describe this month in terms of the year is as one giant, giant plot twist that I am so grateful for. October was crazy, again for reasons I'd rather keep private, but a huge part of that month was also the adjustment into university life and finding a rhythm. It's now December and I'm still yet to find that rhythm, but October was for the most part about settling and trying to establish my university life. I had some really bad mental dips in the latter half of the month, which totally disrupted the lifestyle that I'd been trying to maintain at university, and ultimately cost me a lot of money, but I got through the month a month further into my degree, and with a heck of a lot of stories. 

November was the quietest month of my year by far. Although I was consistently going back and forth between Manchester and Bangor, it was kind of my month of radio silence across most aspects of my life. Again, I fell into a horrific mental dip which saw me through the latter half of November and in the first half I was on reading week, frantically trying to get on top of university work and submitting my first essays. There were good moments, some very good moments, such as having dinner with Amber and Hawwa (Hawwa and I, despite living a town apart for years, finally met!) but for the majority of this month I was seriously low and had no enthusiasm to do anything other than sleep. So yeah... that was November...

December was huge for me in my personal life... again for reasons that I'd rather keep quiet, but it was huge, and I'm so grateful for it. This was a month of house viewings and Christmas celebrations, and on the 12th I had my first University Christmas Ball as part of the School of English Literature. It wasn't what I expected... at all.. and by the end of the night I was rather drunk and my feet were in agony, but I feel like it made me closer to the people on my course, and I'm thankful for that. From the 15th, I returned home to Manchester for Christmas and a much-needed break from university life. Following then, everything became rather manic, and the latter half of the month was spent seeing friends who I'd not seen since before university started, such as my book club friends for our joint birthday meal, meeting up with Gee from The Books Bandit in London to go to the Harry Potter: A History of Magic exhibition, which was truly incredible. This was the first time I'd ever been to London at Christmas, and everything glowed with beauty as we travelled around the Kings Cross area and then headed across to the Southbank Christmas markets. A few days later, my 19th birthday came around, followed by Christmas, and then my first visit to see Amber in Cambridge, a city which I'd been dying to see for years. My year ended perfectly, hearing from and seeing the people I care about the most, and spending the final day of 2017 with my best friend, who I hadn't seen since we both started university. 

Overall, 2017 was a hell of a year. I always knew it would be, but in many respects it was what I'd imagined for the right and the wrong reasons. It was a year in which I encountered so much, achieved so many goals and experienced so many new things, but simultaneously, it wasn't ever easy, and when I peaked my mental health dipped hugely. Now, I enter 2018 ready to face more, whether that be trials or happiness, and hope for maybe a more stable year.