New book

One of my favorite things in this life is getting a new book.

Buying a new book, getting a new book as a gift, smelling a new book, start reading a new book.


Obsessed with H.G.Wells

In the past two weeks I’ve been reading 2 books by H.G.Wells: “The Invisible Man” and “The Island of Dr. Moreau”. Ever since I read “The Time Machine” I’ve been obsessing with Wells. He’s such a fun story teller with amusing imagination.


“The Invisible Man” has a very unique story about an albino man who managed to make himself invisible through experiments. Ever since he suffered the change, he’s been encountering all sort of conflicts with different people. The end of the story seem a little weak, but all in all it’s an interesting book telling a weird period of a persons life.


This one is more entertaining with it’s mystery and horror elements. A person gets stuck on an island where a crazy doctor lives with a friend of his and bunch of his experiments. He struggles to survive and find a way to get out of the island and go back to his home.

All in all, I find “The Time Machine” most interesting of all, so far. All of his stories are uniquely  distinctive and a little bit of peculiar. Lots of mystery, little bit of fantasy and sci-fi and just enough of drama.

Currently reading: “Flight To Arras” by Antoine de Saint Exupery

Finally, I have stronger concentration to be reading more books. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve read 3 books and now I’m on to my 4th. After “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” I’ve read “The Time Machine” by H. G. Wells and it was AMAZING!


It’s not a life changing book, but it’s so fun. That’s what I needed at the moment and I’ve really glad I stumbled upon his book. I also bought “The Invisible Man” and I wanted to read it after “The Time Machine”, but I book another 3 books and I’ve read 2 of them instead. Those are:

“The Golden Cangue” by Eileen Chang and “The Bathroom” by Jean Philippe Toussaint. I had high expectations for the first one, but I didn’t really enjoyed it that much. At moments it was boring, and that when it ended I felt a wave of sadness and realized it wasn’t that bad. The second one was a fun story and I kinda liked it. Both of this books are short and you can read them in one seating and they are more of a story to entertain your evening.

At the moment I’m reading “Flight to Arras” by Antoine de saint Exupery.


I’ve just started reading it so I still don’t know if I liked it. Next on my reading list a 2 other books of his, so I hope they will be entertaining.


Currently reading: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

After I finished the Michelangelo book, I’ve moved on to two books by Virginia Woolf: “Mr. Dalloway” and “A Writer’s Diary”. The first one was okay, a little slow in a Woolf kind a way. The second one was really good, I love reading her personal thoughts and experiences. I’ve came to a conclusion: I like her style of writing, but I love her more as a person than as a writer. I find her to be a fascinating person.

After Woolf I moved on to “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” by Friedrich Nietzsche and I’m still reading it. I like it because there are a lot of great thoughts that are blowing my mind. But, at moments it feels like I’m reading the bible, so that is why I started to parallelly read another book: “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” by Lewis Carroll. It’s perfect to break the seriousness of Nietzche and have a little fun.



Books I’ve read lately

It’s been 3 months since I’ve wrote about the last book I’ve read (“This side of paradise” by Fitz) and in the meantime I’ve read 5 more, which is not a lot, but some of them were kinda hard to read.

After “This side of paradise” I’ve read “Gulliver’s travels” by Jonathan Smith and it took me at least a month to read it. English is not my main language so it takes me longer to read it. It’s not hard, it just makes me read in a slower pace. Also, I usually buy either Wordsworth or Signet Classics and they use a very small font and the paper is not the best, so it makes it even harder to be read.


Anyhow, I did liked “Gulliver’s travel”, it has a very unique story. I like adventures books, like those of Jules Verne or Robert Louis Stevenson, but this one was very slow at moments. He went into details that I think were unnecessary and that made the story a bit boring at times. In general, I liked it. Especially the second part where he stumbles upon a place where suddenly he’s among giants. It was fun seeing his perspective and how he described everyone look a bit like monsters because everything was huge for him, including their pores on their faces and similar things. I love the twist that happened in the ocean when he was stuck in a small box, but then all of a sudden, he became normal sized. All in all, a fun book.

Next one I read was “The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I was avoiding this one because I love Fitz so much, so I tried to expend the reading experience as much as I could.


I can not express enough how much I like his style. It’s elegant, lovely, poetic. The story’s mysterious and intriguing, hopelessly romantic. I didn’t expected the ending to be what it is, I definitely liked it, even though it wasn’t a happy one. Life’s not fair sometimes and I think that’s important to be shared, instead of pretending that things always work themselves out. Beautiful story, gorgeous writing.

Next one was the beautiful short story “The Old Man & The Sea” by Ernest Hemingway. 615aed3eca6b0fa70f756038bc67cbca

Lovely story about standing your ground [or bout :)] and always fighting for what you feel it belongs to you. A story that motivates and encourages a person to stay strong and never give up. A short one, but a powerful one.

After Hemingway’s story, I moved to “Yellow Crome” by Aldous Huxlay.


In this book there’s not much happening. Denis goes to the big mansion in Crome to meet with a group of friends. There, the characters eat, drink, read books and talk with another. And that’s pretty much it. Everyone has a different perspective on things and they shortly connect to each other, but in the end, that’s all there is, nothing meaningful happens.

After “Yellow Crome” I was in the mood for a more adventurous book, so I went with “Heart of Darkness” by Joseph Conrad.


To be honest, I was disappointed. The main character Marlow tells his story of a bout trip he took in Africa which he only did so he can meet the ivory trader Kurtz. The whole story is about how he’s obsessed with this person who he hasn’t met, but he keep’s hearing about from other men, and along the way he stumbles upon a lot of local black people who are portrayed as savages and slaves. I didn’t like how nothing really happened all the way to the end, it was just a talk about this mysterious person Kurtz who in the end, it turned out to be a mad man obsessed with ivory bone. Personally, I didn’t find the story interesting.

At the moment, I’m reading Michelangelo’s “Life, Letters and Poetry” and I’m really enjoying it.


I’m still reading the “life” part and it’s amazing. I love learning new things about my favorite artists, especially when there are lot of details about his works.

Lately I haven’t been reading as much as I use to, I hope I’ll get back to my old pace. Anyway, books are great and there’s not much else that can top them when you have a spare time for yourself.

Leisure morning hangout with Hemingway ~ Опуштено утринско дружење со Хемингвеј

Four big ice cubes are bathing in my morning milky unsweetened coffee, doing a hula dance around the see-through pink straw, constantly surfacing on the top and going back in, clicking on the tall walls of the glass as I’m bringing it closer to my lips to take a sip.

The sun has spread out it’s rays lavishly on every inch of the city, making sure it’s statement it’s load and clear: summer has arrived. Luckily, my balcony is selfishly tucked in on the first floor, between the trees and the neighboring buildings, possessively grabbing all the shadow it can catch.

The tree leaves are soaking up the morning sun rays, casually moving up and down guided by the delicate breeze. The birds are cheerfully chirping ignoring the fact that they’re being defeated by the children’s chatter that echoes throughout the neighborhood.

I’ve never appreciated my balcony spot more in my life. I sit in my terrace chair with my feet up on another one, enjoying my cold milky unsweetened coffee while reading “The old man and the sea” by Ernest Hemingway.

“…His hope and his confidence had never gone. But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises…”. The simple things in life are often the best. It’s true.


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Четири големи коцки мраз се капат во моето утринско млечно незасладено кафе, изведуваат хула танц околу проѕирната розева сламка, постојано се појавуваат на површината и се враќаат назад, одѕвекнуваат од високите ѕидови на стаклената чаша како што ја приближувам до моите усни за да се напијам голтка.

Сонцето ги распостелило своите зраци раскошно врз секој дел од градот, осигурувајќи се дека неговата изјава е јасна и гласна: летото пристигна. Среќа, мојот балкон е себично скриен на првиот спрат, помеѓу дрвјата и соседните згради, посесивно грабајќи ја секоја сенка која може да ја улови.

Лисјата на дрвјата ги впиваат утринските сончеви зраци, лежерно движејќи се нагоре и надолу водени од деликатното ветре. Птиците весело цврчорат игнорирајќи го фактот дека се поразени од детскиот џагор кој одекнува низ маалото.

Никогаш не сум го ценела моето место на балконот толку многу во животот. Седам на мојот балконски стол со нозете кренати на друг, уживајќи во моето студено млечно незасладено кафе додека ја читам “Старецот и морето” на Ернест Хемингвеј.

“…Надежта и сигурноста никогаш не го напуштаа. Таа надеж и таа сигурност сега растеа на ветрот што ги освежуваше…”. Едноставните работи во животот често се најубави. Вистина е.