Not the fake one mind you. The genuine one. The celebration of you being the most unique creation, or evolved species, however you want to put it. So unique that there is only one of you on the face of the earth. The pandemic brought about a drastic change. A painful change, but for the… Continue reading When all you ever needed was to love yourself
Unapologetically I proclaim the vain nature of Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights. Classic and heavily admired as they are, filled with doom amid romance, they are totally overshadowed by the practicality, blunt nature and straightforward merit of Anne Bronte's magnum opus "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall". The moment I watched it, I watched it again,… Continue reading The innocence at Wildfell
