This week I’ve spent four days in Italy for work training. And while I was taking pictures of my fancy hotel room and bathroom to show off to friends and family at home, my eyes stopped on a light-up make-up/shaving mirror. Of course, as anyone would do, I got up real close and spent a few minutes examining my face and freaking out about my clogged-up pores. But when I focussed on my eyes, I immediately swooned.
The lights around the mirror, create a very interesting effect in your eyes. And my mind immediately transported me to the world of alien invasions from The Host by Stephenie Meyer. I love that book, probably more than Twilight even. Yes, I like Twilight, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Though, let me stipulate, that I don’t like the movies. I don’t have anything against Kristen Stewart (in fact, I really liked her in The Runaways for example), but just not in the Bella-role. Her constantly pained-and-confused face was good for some parts of the movie, but did not make me believe she fell in love – at all. But that is another discussion altogether (which has been in my concepts here for a while – I will get around to posting it one day!). Here we are talking about The Host, which I really like. It’s not on a the LOVE-level of Star Wars and certainly not the OBSESS-level of Harry Potter, but I did really like it!
And then my eyes wandered a little further and fell upon the hair products, which made my mind jump from aliens to vampires and werewolves. Because these beauty products contain Verbena, with
So then I found myself in the world of The Vampire Diaries, of which I have watched 5 seasons. I also read I think about 7 of the book series The Vampire Diaries. I haven’t blogged about the series yet, because I started reading them while the show was on hiatus. And it freaked me out how different the two were, especially since I got into the books because of the TV-show (I know, upside-down world). And there are just so many books in that series, I still have a few unread ones waiting for me… I might even need to start from
But anyway, that was my book experience in Italy. I didn’t have time to read or blog properly, so this was the best I could do. Since I’m not at home, I also didn’t get to open my calendars. But