The girl before, J.P. Delaney

Please make a list of every possession you consider essential to your life.

The request seems odd, even intrusive—and for the two women who answer, the consequences are devastating.


Reeling from a traumatic break-in, Emma wants a new place to live. But none of the apartments she sees are affordable or feel safe. Until One Folgate Street. The house is an architectural masterpiece: a minimalist design of pale stone, plate glass, and soaring ceilings. But there are rules. The enigmatic architect who designed the house retains full control: no books, no throw pillows, no photos or clutter or personal effects of any kind. The space is intended to transform its occupant—and it does.


After a personal tragedy, Jane needs a fresh start. When she finds One Folgate Street she is instantly drawn to the space—and to its aloof but seductive creator. Moving in, Jane soon learns about the untimely death of the home’s previous tenant, a woman similar to Jane in age and appearance. As Jane tries to untangle truth from lies, she unwittingly follows the same patterns, makes the same choices, crosses paths with the same people, and experiences the same terror, as the girl before.


19% into the book and it finally started to haunt me. Didn’t expect a kind of horror book and I hope in the end it isn’t but it did start a little bit eerie and now Jane starts receiving bouquets of lilies. She thinks they are from the owner of the house because she just moved in and the guy seems like that kind of a guy but when she calls the flower shop they say no one is sending flowers from their shop. But Jane has the card… and when she looks closer the card says: Emma, I will love you forever. Sleep well my darling.

End of the book: I feel unsatisfied. I don’t have a hard copy because I had read it on my Kindle, but if I had I would had throw it to the bin. The book is mainly about a weird arhitect with strange rules for the tenants of his house. A easy to break in house exactly because of the technology surrounding it. Emma and Jane fall in love with Edward the arhitect but he is a “freak” into bdsm and stuff is easy to say but it’s so much more, he treats everyone bad, he is an abuser. He lets Jane pregnant and then says to give the baby up because he wants to make a perfect one, a wanted baby. Emma dies, killed in her house after Edward breaks up with her right before Jane moves in. And Simon, Emma’s ex boyfriend still searches for girls like her, exactly like her and that would be Jane, who not only look like Emma but looks like the dead wife of Edward. Another strange death… with no answers. Until now.

I didn’t liked this books because you know who the killer is… it’s easy. The book is stuffed with lies, obsessive people like obsessed to the point you kill someone and don’t feel remorse. The book shows how normal it is to be crazy, how normal it is in a relationship to be dominant and do just want you want because if the other person loves you, well he/she will follow. The book shows people that crazyness can hit a lot of people and thats fine because in the end you get away with it especially if you have a little bit of charisma. Sick of it. Ugh.



Basic human needs


  • A little and cozy cabin in the woods – for peace, quiet and the needs of the soul and body.tumblr_nxbrupPOmG1t8mc3so1_500
  • A never ending stash of books –  for entertainment
  • A lovely, heart warming friend that is always there for you, preferably a dog – or a chatty human being


  •  A mini fridge for the iced Coke – self explanatory
  • A pizza. The forest and a good movie.
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The Master of Rampling Gate, Anne Rice

A not so well known story.

Set in the gasslit streets of 1888 London and the wild moors of the countryside beyond, The Master of Rampling Gate tells the story of Julie, a young woman who becomes obsessed with the house her father swore her and her brother to tear down upon his death. Julie can’t imagine what lies in wait at Rampling Gate, a spirit that haunted her father for years and now yearns for her flesh. The Master of Rampling Gate is a sublime love story in which Julie struggles to choose between the world of reason and rationality and the dark promises of a creature she is almost helpless to resist. 


The first short story novel I’ve ever read by the Queen of vampires from all around the globe. Of course a story about a vampire who is indeed the master of the Rampling Gate.

Two brothers, Richard and Julie travel to the Rampling Gate near London as a wish to their dying father. On his death bed he asked Richard to destroy the house they had lived in as children because evil lurks between it’s walls.

And evil does live there. Julie a future author of short stories herself doesn’t want the house to go to ashes and she starts having late night conversations with the dazzling immortal gentleman.

Julie makes a decision in the end… It’s a short story indeed with a very abrupt ending that I didn’t like. I think I am more used to the heavy descriptions of the author. This book just got 2/5 stars from me, I felt like I didn’t knew the characters too well to give it a bigger star number.

Testamentul lui Abraham, Igor Bergler

Un scandal cu prostituate la summitul Americilor de la Cartagena. Un atentat la viața președintelui Statelor Unite. O bibliotecă dispărută de 2 000 de ani. O organizație secretă. Și încă una. O lungă istorie de papi mincinoși. Criminali de război. Un oraș legendar. Agenți cu identități multiple. O bestie numită „El Diablo“. Și toate numele sale. Doar simpla ei apariție te face să încărunțești pe loc. Un asasin plătit care îl știe pe dinafară pe Borges. Zece manuscrise dispărute ce reapar brusc. Și codurile complicate ascunse în ele. Un uriaș și un pitic. Și un festin roman. Un basilisc și un șarpe cu pene. O femeie fatală. Un polițist care nu poate uita niciodată nimic. Un psihiatru care crede că 240 de călugări franciscani îi locuiesc creierul. Un om cu părul portocaliu. O poveste cu sclavi. Și cu președintele lor. Oameni obișnuiți prinși în întâmplări neobișnuite. Un trecut care devine pentru câteva clipe prezent, doar pentru a dispărea din nou pentru totdeauna. Cervantes și Eco și Borges. Și peste toate astea, cărțile. Toate cărțile.



Pur și simplu, wow.

Sunt fermecată de autorul Testamentului lui Abraham de foarte mult timp. De când am pus ochii pe Biblia Pierdută iar acum aștept cu nerăbdare următorul său roman, al treilea.

Cartea vorbește despre cărți, despre autori de succes, despre genii literare, despre legende și despre biblioteca pierdută din Alexandria. Istoria nu se demodează niciodată mai ales dacă nu este completă și lasă loc de interpretare, mai ales dacă se îmbină cu viitorul și prezentul, mai ales dacă încă ne afectează și dacă încă ne macină. Am fost alaturi de Charles Baker din prima pagina pana la ultima si inca stau alaturi de el.

Testamentul lui Abraham este o operă complexă, completă și de-a dreptul nebună. Într-o secundă dansezi cu diavolul iar în următoarea citezi din Borges chiar dacă nu l-ai citit până acum. Când am început să citesc cartea mi-am spus, un roman a la Dan Brown. Nu! Nu există așa comparație. Un roman a la Igor Bergler și cu asta am spus tot.


Two ladies chatting at a library in the night

The two ladies I always enjoy finding in a library.

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“Ignore any loss of nerve, ignore any loss of self-confidence, ignore any doubt or confusion. Move on believing in love, in peace, and harmony, and in great accomplishment. Remember joy isn’t a stranger to you. You are winning and you are strong. Love. Love first, love always, love forever.”  – ANNE RICE


“Very few of us are what we seem.” – AGATHA CHRISTIE

Friday night in a library

I am so thrilled that at least one person knows by heart where I am when no one else can find me. If I’m not at home with my doggie, at my favourite pub, at shopping for makeup and clothes or at a good movie, my lover knows where to find me – in a good, old, full of books, hope and dreams library.  My persons know where to find me and this adds to my calm in times of need. I don’t hide in a library, I go there to find myself.

Friday used to be a day of spinning my head off at lame parties with people I don’t even care about, who didn’t effing care about me either and that’s fine. Those times were the times of experiences, it was “cool” to be dumb and drunk and not home in the morning and it’s still cool now and that’s fine as well. I’ve always had a book with me, I’ve always wanted to go home where the music is better and where I can accept only the people I care about. Because in the end it is about what YOU care about.

If you feel bad at a party just leave. Go home, have a drink and dance to the jazz in your living room, listen to Whitesnake and dream of love and thunder, order some food for the munchies and watch a good movie, an effing great movie and read that book. Educate yourself for the ones who will come and the ones who will forever matter but please educate yourself for always having a friend, a great mind and a good spirit guarding over you until the day you find peace, probably in a library on a Friday.

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Proștii sub clar de lună

Întotdeauna recomand ieșirile artistice cu prietenii pentru a avea grijă de sufletul tău dar când o colegă de la facultate a recomandat această piesă de teatru, nici nu mi-a trecut prin cap să refuz.

Proștii sub clar de lună, este o comedie contemporană despre relații și comicul acestora, o comedie bine executată despre cum ironicul societății din ziua de astăzi este prea mult de suportat, o comedie despre femei capabile îndrăgostite de bărbați care se văd Alpha males dar nu sunt, o comedie despre oameni corecți care sunt îndrăgostiți de femei fără suflet sau moraluri. În esență, o comedie despre principii într-o societate unde ești  considerat capabil doar dacă știi să te dezbraci de ele cât mai repede.

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Recomand cu plăcere.