As of late, I have found comfort in literature. Now, with this being the summer holidays, I can easily lock myself away in my bedroom and indulge in the lives of others. I have - as of late - enjoyed the lengthy walk to the local library - particularly if there is the slight chance that the sun decides to show it's face, which believe me is an extremely rare opportunity.

I love it in there - admittedly, it's the smell - and it's just so peaceful!  I can wander endlessly and take out as many books as I like  - Sound familiar? Think Matilda by Roald Dahl (1998 Puffin Books). All thanks for the library, I have been able to read and re-read books and - the best bit - all for free! I realise now, that I am in fact profusely 'geeking out', but getting straight to the point - which, let's admit I have been doing this whole time in this blog post - I wanted to share with you which pieces of literature I have particularly enjoyed getting lost in.

I have always wanted to give some of the classics a go - you know the ones - starting with Austen's Pride & Prejudice and OH MY GOD, Whickham is a right shit-stirrer isn't he? Despite the Ye-olde-victorian-Dialect I could certainly see what all of the fuss was about. 

I quickly moved onto Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë and much like P&P, no way on this earth did I expect to be swooning over Rochester - I mean he calls Jane a witch for gods sake - Great chat-up line Rochester - good'un. But he quickly redeemed himself (three cheers for Rochy baby!). Also, bloody hell at the ideology of Feminism running throughout - #girlpower at it's best. 

More books I have loved reading thus far have been Gone Girl  by Gillian Flynn - Let me tell you, this is no easy read - and, and, and, I only went and gave bloody Shakespeare a go didn't I? I saw The Taming of the Shrew sat lonely all on a shelf in the Library - FYI, I know how it felt. Poor bugger - and decided to pick it up. I am still yet to read it, as I am still (admitadely) in shock from Gone Girl - bloody hell Gillian - But I shall report back... soon. Cool. 

Hope you're all having a great summer. I would love to know what you have been reading. 

I realise in my last post that I didn't quite introduce myself properly to you all - well anyone for that matter; that is if anyone has found this blog - and I shall try my very best to do so now. However, you have been warned: I am not the slightest bit interesting. For those of you who become easily bored, please note at any given opportunity you can click off from this blog. 

So, I am guessing those of you who actually want to find about - the arguably infamous (ha!) - Ophelia Everdene, then I assure you that you will be disappointed.

So, you already know my name - Ophelia - Why my mother chose this awkward-your-name-is-funny and character-created-by-the-dribble-known-as-William-Shakespeare of a name, I will never know. I guess she thought is was 'unusual' (Yeah, ma. You're not bloody kidding. Bloody Ophelia).

I actually looked up my name on Google once and I was truly - well disappointed could be one word - infatuated. Believe it or not, Shakespeare - despite being what I call a 'dribble'. Thanks English Literature - made up the name for his play Hamlet, and according to Wikipedia, Ophelia is a young noblewoman of Denmark, the daughter of Polonius, sister of Laertes, and potential wife of Prince Hamlet. She is one of only two female characters in the play. 

Now, I do like the sound of 'noblewoman' and 'potential wife'.

However, I later found that Ophelia only goes and bloody dies on the poor bugger, doesn't she?! I was distraught - despite it being fiction - I saw my life flash before my eyes. Was my own mother that stupid to name me after only one of two female characters, that ends up dead anyway?!

I am going to end up a Spinster, aren't I?... (Don't you dare answer that!)

What more anyone want's to know about me, I will never know. I am an only child, introvert and yes, I am still being bullied. I must just scream at people WEIRDO! Oh, and I feel people may want to know my age: I am that awkward age of eighteen. Oh god, yes and I am single (and oh, god am I ready to mingle!). 

I seriously hope no one got this far. However, if you did, I congratulate you. 

This piece of work really stood out to me, as of how I have felt recently. 

I am praying that no one who knows me in real life - and by that, I mainly mean my parents - will ever come across this blog because, I don't wish them to know that their only daughter - something they crafted and created to be so fragile, loving and caring - is being bullied. 

"Everyone is staring" someone said. 

My appearance - undoubtedly - the issue. I stood out like a sore thumb. The classroom turning round and round - my head spinning - as I entered. Immediately labelled 'New'. Immediately judged. By those - what - superior to me?

I ran away - frightened - and found sanctuary in the girls toilets. How bloody cliché. It wasn't at all like it is in the films where one of your BFF's comes running after you and asking "Are you okay?" or reassuring you "Ignore those jerks!". Nothing.

And so, dear blog, this is where I hope that you will be able to be my new found comfort: someone to talk to - Okay so maybe not talk to, but rather, talk endlessly at - and who will let me rant and vex and pour my feelings into.

Will you let me do that?

Many thanks for reading (that is if anyone did read this).