google-site-verification: google935433b691795853.html KRISTY BERRIDGE: 2013-06-09

Saturday, 15 June 2013

Hangin' with the Little People

William, Me and Wesley
Right. So I suspect you are about to scream 'hypocrite' at me after reading last week's post about the 'screaming question'. It still holds true that I don't want kids, but thanks to my best mate, Christina, I've been hanging out with some small people a lot lately and actually been having fun.
Let me just reiterate ... I don't want kids—not even for breakfast.
So it all started a few weeks back when I went on this million kilometre trek through the rainforest with my bestie's family. Despite my liberally applied child repellent, these two youngling’s seemed to like me and my potty mouth. Weird, right?
Anyway, I was invited back for seconds, this time to watch the two kids rock it out at the BMX track. Despite the frosty winter air, lack of healthy food options, and the grisly fact I had to use the male toilet (which, by the way, was freaking disgusting, and um, hello, I see you standing at the urinal!), I had a pretty good time.
It could also be that a sick and twisted part of me enjoyed watching some of the nasty stacks and was rooting for tears.
Moving on.
Wesley and the bestie - Christina
Amazingly, these kids still wanted thirds, this time figuring it would be a great idea to teach me how to skateboard. Now bear in mind, the last time I touched a skateboard I was in my early teens, went off the back and cracked my head on the concrete. I’m thirty-one now and clearly denser because I said ‘sure thing’.
Cutting a long story short, I bloody nailed it. I may not be cruising around half pipes, smoking weed or wearing my pants around my ankles, but I stayed on, got some momentum and even started to master cornering. It just goes to show that you’re never too old to learn new things.
And the moral of the story?
I’m totally going to do it again! I haven’t had that much innocent fun in ages.
Have a good one, everybody,

Kristy :)

Thursday, 13 June 2013

Book Review: The Indigo Spell by Richelle Mead

The Indigo Spell is the third book in the Bloodlines series by this supremely talented story-teller, Richelle Mead. Once again I was drawn into the crazy, non-stop action-driven world of Sydney Sage, a rebellious Alchemist torn between duty and the the vampire Moroi that she's been drafted to protect.
The Indigo Spell, as with all Richelle Mead's novels, crafts multiple sub plots throughout. Thankfully in this installment we focus specifically on Sydney and her moral struggle with performing magic, her questionable feelings for a playboy vampire, and the hefty price splitting her loyalties may bring.
Tasked with uncovering a youth-stealing witch while simultaneously deciding whether or not to trust in a indigo-tattooed, ex-alchemist with a similar agenda, and Sydney has her hands full. Avoiding magic has been a doctrine of her upbringing, but to master it may mean saving her life and those she cares about. Also finding a way to link unsavoury Alchemist activities offers Sydney a chance to explore areas previously forbidden - her growing love for Adrian Ivashkov.
The Indigo Spell is filled with non-stop drama and enough tension-riddled moments of romantic angst to make you throw the book at the wall. Imagery, as always, is sufficient and succinct and the words cleverly crafted to keep motion within the plot. I was especially drawn to Adrian in this novel, Richelle mead offering up just a few new snippets of sensitivity that make you unexpectedly swoon.
With nothing negative to report, other than the fact the writer in me was supremely excited to find two technical errors via the editing in a professional writer's book - a lesson we are all human - and I can happily rate this novel four out of five fangs.

In the aftermath of a forbidden moment that rocked Sydney to her core, she finds herself struggling to draw the line between her Alchemist teachings and what her heart is urging her to do. Then she meets alluring, rebellious Marcus Finch--a former Alchemist who escaped against all odds, and is now on the run. Marcus wants to teach Sydney the secrets he claims the Alchemists are hiding from her. But as he pushes her to rebel against the people who raised her, Sydney finds that breaking free is harder than she thought. There is an old and mysterious magic rooted deeply within her. And as she searches for an evil magic user targeting powerful young witches, she realizes that her only hope is to embrace her magical blood--or else she might be next.