Jellicoe Road Review

Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta is without a doubt one of the best books I’ve read so far this year. At first, i had no idea what i was reading, they kept talking about war strategies and borders, which for a minute, made me think that  i’d misunderstood and was reading a Dystopian and not a Contemporary novel.  

The story is about Taylor Markham who attends a boarding school (Jellicoe school) where she’s the schools leader in a territory war between the local teens and a group of military school cadets. When Taylor was young, her mother abandoned her at a SevenEleven and she was placed in the care of Hannah who’s a housemother at the school. Taylor lives with her for six years until one day Hannah disappears, leaving only a draft of an unfinished book behind to comfort Taylor. We follow her while she deals with Hannah’s disappearance, as well as trying to keep her school’s territory intact. All the while, trying to sort out her feelings for a boy from her past suddenly re-surfing again.  6e7d5ca480406c82385bd3d5eaba9d70

I loved this book! It left me a blubbering mess in the middle of the night. I felt all the feels and cared about all the characters. But it was without a doubt the beautiful writing that dragged me in. It was effortlessly poetic, all the while being an easy read. But don’t get me wrong, the story itself was really interesting and made it very difficult  for me to put down the book.

‘Ello, Im back.

I just went through my blog… Reading old posts, I realized that, not only haven’t i blogged in forever but, its been sooo long since i last did a book/movie/music recommendation/review. They were the reason why i started writing on here in the first place, but it’s just slowly  become a place for me to whine about my life instead.. And i dont want that. I want this to be a place where-  sure, i can talk about difficult matters and vent, but i also want it to be a  creative outlet. Im pretty sure i’ve made my point clear in the last few posts, that life isnt exactly treating me that well right now.. But i want to make a promise to myself right now to try not to dwell so much on everything that is going wrong or could be going wrong.

I always cringe (very visibly) at cliche sayings about ”thinking posetive” and ”being able to choose  happiness” etc, but let’s try and think happy thoughts people… try being the main word.



This post is long overdue !  Well, any post at this moment is long overdue, but I’ve been meaning to write about my exams and how I’ve been dealing with them for a long while and in true Malin fashion… here I am, done with my exams and school as of several days ago. So I guess this will be more a  life lately post, (which seems to be the only post I do..) than an article/rant about dealing with anxiety and the pressure of exams which I had planned to write… oh well.

Like mentioned, I’m done with school and all my exams ! That is, as long as I passed my written exams which I haven’t gotten back yet.. I really,really,really hope I passed, but I didn’t do that well in math and the possibility of having to retake that exam is not completely out of the question. Which means that I would be set back (at least) an entire year… I get queasy just thinking about it so I try not to… I’m a fan of ignoring problems until they go away. Spoiler alert, they don’t. Not recommended, 0 out of 5 stars. So yeah.. that’s the situation right now. All things considered the year at Gjermundnes went better than  expected, and I might even miss a couple of the people there..

Fictional boys with messy black hair and sassy personalities have literally destroyed my life.

I’m having some  The Infernal Devices feels today and  so, I’m missing Will Herondale..

“Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?” Will demanded with mock horror. “Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be.”

He banged on the side of the carriage. “Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.”

“Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?”

“They ate it too,” Will reminisced. “Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”


“I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.”