La Mante

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When you live in a Stranger Things world, it’s hard to find a show to compete. However, I think I can say, with confidence, I have found that show. Now, I usually don’t love the French shows on Netflix. I find them lacking a certain… je ne sais quoi. But then along comes La Mante, or The Mantis if you will, and I am so enthralled by it that not only do I watch the entire season in one day, I watch it TWICE in one day (don’t you judge me, I worked Saturday so I had today off).

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Synopsis as told by Netflix: Decades after her capture, a serial killer offers to help solve a string of copycat murders — but only if her son, now a cop, will work by her side.

This is the time when I am really grateful to have spent 2 years in France. The show is completely in French, and like proper Parisian French. Which I have to say is hella refreshing when I live in a French-Canadian area.

While the plot line doesn’t offer anything ‘new’ per say, the acting and the unexpected turns really help make this show unique. I really can’t put into words how much I recommend this show to all of you. Even if you don’t speak French, there are subtitles! It’s worth it. Trust me. Or don’t, but you’d be missing out.

There’s not much more I would like to say about the show, I don’t want to give too much away. Watch it. Then thank me.

xoxo

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Without Merit

 

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Without Merit by Colleen Hoover

They say this book isn’t like her other books. They’re right.

To be honest though, I feel like she kind of took a couple steps back when she wrote this. I mean, the last few books she’s written she stepped away from the high school teenager scene and started writing for the older YA’s. Then this book pretty much brought her right back to that. Which, don’t get me wrong, is really not a bad thing. Personally, I was just very excited for the direction her writing was taking. That being said. This book was still on a Colleen Hoover level of greatness.

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Behind Closed Doors

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Behind Closed Doors by B.A. Paris

Goosebumps.

 

That’s basically all I can say. Goosebumps.

 

I don’t know if it’s my inexperience with psychological thriller books or if maybe I ate something before going to bed, or what… but the first night after starting this book, I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, crying, and thrashing about in the bed. Nightmare.

 

Prior to reading this book, the list of psychological thrillers I had read consisted of Gone Girl and The Girl On the Train. Neither of those were put on my Favorite Reads list. Not saying they were bad, just not my favorite by any means. Now this one was a completely different story (pun intended).

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Did you miss me??

So it’s only been, like what, 9 months???

I sincerely apologize for the long sabbatical. Doubtful many of you actually noticed, but I’m pretending I have a following, play along for me, will ya?

Things might get a little personal in this post. But that’s what blogging is all about, isn’t it?

The reason for my absence (if I’m really being honest there is more than one reason), has been that of one of heath. In January, I was diagnosed with Meniere’s Disease. Now, most of you may not know what that is. I don’t blame you, I myself didn’t know what it was until my doctor told me he suspected I might have it. So basically, it’s a build up of fluid in the inner ear (usually it affects only one ear) that causes tinnitus, hearing loss, vertigo spells and worst of all, drop attacks. I had learnt to deal with the tinnitus prior to the diagnosis, as I had had it for a year at this point.

  • What is tinnitus? It’s a constant ringing or buzzing sound in the ear. At times, making it really hard to fall asleep because that sound is all you can focus on. Click here for an example of tinnitus, mine would be number 9, sometimes number 8.

The vertigo spells where the worst I had dealt with, up until May. They would hit me at any time during the day, most of the time it happened when I was at work, and they would be so violent that I would be throwing up for hours. The longest was about 5 hours. The shortest, about 30 mins. But that was the odd one out, they averaged out to last a couple hours. This was the symptom that took me to the doctor. So I started medication and whatnot for it and it helped, thank goodness. Then one lovely May day, I was in the middle of a phone call at work, and all of the sudden everything in my vision went upside down and the next thing I know I’m screaming “Oh my God” and I’m on the ground. Someone sitting across from me yells “Call 911!”, I’m hyperventilating, I can’t catch my breath. I’m lying in the fetal position but someone is trying to pull my legs straight, I try and stop them by curling them back up again. I give up because they don’t stop. Someone else is practically sitting right on top of me, running their hand up and down my back. Three nurses are standing over me, trying to get me to breathe into a bag, trying to get me to sit up, to put my feet up… This goes on for a good 20-30 minutes. Then the ambulance comes and takes me to the hospital. As they’re rolling me out of the office on the stretcher, I tell my boss that I might have to call in sick for the afternoon. Because, what else are you supposed to do when people are literally standing on their desks to get a better view, than to make jokes on the way out. To make a long story, long, I was at the hospital for 6 hours and basically they said this was just a progression of my Meniere’s, something I had to deal with. Needless to say, if it were to happen again, an ambulance would not be necessary. It did happen again. Three times. Twice at work. Once while I was sleeping – because even in your sleep you can’t escape. They can happen at any time, any day. No matter what you’re doing. No warning.

So that’s my story, I’ve been dealing with that, among other things, trying to get my health under control. Now it seems like it might be, so maybe you can expect to hear more from me? I can’t make any promises because I am moving this week and training for a new role at work, so it might be a couple weeks until you hear from me again. One thing I will promise, it won’t be another 9 months.

Thank you for reading my “sob story”, I sincerely hope you’re able to forgive my absences, and stick with me until I’m back for good.

xoxo

lexie.

Windsor…Where??

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So I know it has been about a million years since I’ve last posted, but in all fairness, I did warn y’all I was not reliable. And also, I moved across the world, my computer broke, and I haven’t stayed at home long enough to locate my ancient computer, set it up, reset my blog password because let’s be honest, I forgot it, and write a post. BUT! Alas, I finally have time. Which I seem to be wasting on this unnecessary and incessant babble. So, moving on. I have moved back to Ontario, Canada. Apparently I have decided in this brain of mine that the middle of nowhere in Ontario was a better fit for me than Paris, France. Don’t ask me how I got to that conclusion because I won’t be able to justify it. But here we are.

I left Paris on November 3rd and since then I have been enjoying these kid-free days in the best of ways. I had a wedding for an old boss of mine two days after I got back, which was absolutely beautiful and amazing. I have visited friends whom I haven’t seen since I left for Paris a year ago. And I have played A LOT of catch with my dog, Mozzie. (Yes, she was named after Mozzie in White Collar. I liked the name.) I seem to be settling into a nice rhythm over here, I have actually been waking up EVERY DAY at 7.30 in the morning. Without an alarm… *every person I’ve ever met gasps in unison* That’s right. I have finally stepped completely over into adulthood and started to get up in the morning AND eat breakfast. I know. I don’t even know who I am anymore. Turns out tho, these morning people were on to something. By waking up at that time, I have been able to do so much in a day… it has actually shocked me on more than one occasion the amount of things I have been able to accomplish in one day… nay, in one MORNING.

All in all, I haven’t regretted leaving France. Yet. So that’s good. I start working a brand new job, in a new field for me, on Monday. I am excited and very nervous. But I think it will be ok! Anyways, I just wanted to update all you who care, on my life 🙂 I promise to pick up a book soon and get back to my reviewing. Pinky promise.

xoxo

PS. Doesn’t Windsor look just absolutely beautiful? -_-

The Good Wife

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Given the amount of time between my last post and this one, I think you can deduce that summer vacation is over. Although, that deduction, while accurate, does not justify why I haven’t posted about anything I’ve read. Truth be told, I haven’t been reading. I could lie and say I don’t know why I haven’t been reading, but the reason is this: I couldn’t watch the shows I like while I was working with the kids at home during the summer, you know… the whole ‘viewer discretion is advised’ thing. So I resorted to reading. Well, now the kidlets are back at school and television has been reintroduced into  my life. More importantly though, I have discovered Stranger Things, The Blacklist, and most recently, The Good Wife.

Up until this point, though I planned on reviewing what I watched also, my posts have been about reading. Well get ready for some posts about what I’m watching, because honestly speaking, I can’t go through the drama that is The Good Wife, alone. So let’s get into it, shall we?? Continue reading

When it Rains…

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When it Rains by Lisa De Jong

Guys. The time has finally come. This is about to be my least favorite blog post so far, because it is my first negative one.

With a 4.29 star rating on Goodreads,and also because it was on my guaranteed-to-make-you-cry list, I went into this with high expectations. After skimming some of the reviews on Goodreads and seeing that an overwhelming majority of them start with “cried my way through this book” or some variation of that sentence, you can imagine how excited I was to read this. Needless to say, I did not need a box full of Kleenex. The Kleenex I needed was probably limited to two.  Continue reading