Time Travel: A Christmas Eve Ramble of Absolute Weirdness!

It’s Christmas Eve and all I can think about is time travel. I’ve already opened most of my presents with most of my family., so now what? I have to wait quite a few more hours until I get to open more, so what’s on my mind?

Time travel.

Of course. The theme of one of my favorite shows, part of my blog username, and the thing that I am so obsessed with I’m surprised I haven’t discovered how to make it a reality myself. Although it’d be pretty cool, I don’t think I have the brain energy or determination to pull out a task of that scale; I thought I’d start running at least five times a week and I only did it once! I have no willpower.

So. Time travel. Thousands of theories, fears, hopes, dreams, and visions all come from one single concept. Here are some of my favorites:

  • The Grandfather Paradox

The theory that time travel is impossible because what if you traveled back in time and kill your grandfather right before he had your mother/father? Well then how could you go back into time and kill your grandfather? This would then create an eternal paradox of he died before you came into the world, how do you exist and how did you kill him? Well you couldn’t, because you were never conceived and born because either your mother was never conceived and born herself to give birth to you, or because your father was never conceived and then born to help bring you into this world. So how is your grandfather dead if you never existed, therefor never being able to kill him.

Of course, I know some of you are asking the question of “Why you would even want to kill your grandfather in the first place?” Well what if, for one, Adolf Hitler somehow had children and let them live, and then you found Adolf Hitler was your grandfather? I know I sure wouldn’t mind putting a bullet through his head if he was my grandfather, whether he had my blood or not.
Blood is thicker than water they say, but you know what’s thicker than blood? Syrup. And I sure wouldn’t mind creating an eternal paradox to give some Jewish kids some syrup to put on their waffles.
  • The Butterfly Effect

This is a personal favorite of mine, although I don’t know why. Now this one is really complicated and when I tried Googling a way to describe it, I got lost. So basically, I’m going to describe it the way I’ve always thought about it:

Say you travel back in time and you step on a butterfly, henceforth killing it. Now say perhaps, that butterfly was going to fly on over to the windowsill of Allen Turning, a WW2 hero and the man we have to thank for computers (there’s a movie that just recently came out about him called The Imitation Game which is one of my absolute favorites. You should definitely go watch as soon as possible). So anyways, in theory, that butterfly may have, I don’t know, helped Allen Turing have courage to keep making Christopher, the first computer and the very machine that helped England win the war against the Germans. 

So what if that butterfly that you just theoretically stepped on and killed didn’t help Allen Turning finish make Christopher fast enough to save millions of soldiers lives, or maybe he wouldn’t have even finished making Christopher at all and the Allies would’ve lost the bloody war! Makes you think about everything different, doesn’t it?

  • Einstein’s theory of “special relativity”

So I just looked this one up and I rather like it a lot, actually.  Einstein basically believed that say you have a twin and he’s down on Earth while you’re in a spaceship. Okay, and so this spaceship can go the speed of light. So when you go the speed of light, or maybe even faster, you’ll start to age slower than you’re twin on Earth. And not only that, but if you are able to go faster than the speed on light, then, with the help of gravity and time, you can slow down or speed up time and make time “bend.”

Of course, I just looked up this theory and have a very loose interpretation of it, so if you see some flaws in this understanding, then please tell down in the comments below!

  • What the Doctor says about all this

This would have to be my favorite part of this post and really this is just to gives this all some lightheartedness to all this talk of paradoxes and WW2 (really, what is it with me and WW2 today???). So here’s a little quote from the Doctor about all this and really, part of me agrees with him on this:

“People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbley, time-y wimey stuff.”

And with that quote, I leave you all and bid you a goodnight/good day. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good book!

Home is where your books are,

The Time Traveling Writer.


Finding Audrey by Sophie Kinsella:: Book Review

Hello hermits! Long time no see, haha. So I realized when looking over my past book reviews that they legitimately suck and I don’t even know how or why my school newspaper used to let me write book reviews. So this round for my book reviews- this being a whole new Round 1- I’m trying out a different format for the review. So here goes nothing, and let’s get down to business!


Book Being Reviewed: Finding Audrey by Sophie Kinsella

Goodreads Synopsis: “An anxiety disorder disrupts fourteen-year-old Audrey’s daily life. She has been making slow but steady progress with Dr. Sarah, but when Audrey meets Linus, her brother’s gaming teammate, she is energized. She connects with him. Audrey can talk through her fears with Linus in a way she’s never been able to do with anyone before. As their friendship deepens and her recovery gains momentum, a sweet romantic connection develops, one that helps not just Audrey but also her entire family.”

Where I Bought It: Walmart!

When I Began Reading It: July 26th, 2015

Date I Finished It: July 30th, 2015

My Initial Reaction To Buying It: 

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh I got it I got the book Ohmyflippingchickennuggets THIS IS FANTASTIC I GOT THE BOOK.”

My Reaction When I First Started Reading It: 

“Ooh, how interesting. So she’s was bullied… Wait, why won’t you tell me…? I’m so confused. So the mom hasn’t pushed the computer out the window yet? Who’s he? Who’s she? Who are you? You’re British? Am I British? WHO AM I?”

My Reaction Once I Was Half-Way Through It: 

“Oh my Hades, please shut up. Why am I reading this? Awe, you’re cute together- wait. Did you just let him do that thing that people without anxiety do? Did you literally just let him tell you that you’re ‘cured’ all because you did one thing outside of your comfort zone without having a nervous breakdown. Oh my God, I just- I just can’t, like I am just so done with you right now.”

What I think of the characters:

Well, I have a lot of opinions and y’all know that. Usually I go with what most people think because that’s just how my mind works, but unlike most I really liked only three characters in this book: Audrey’s older brother, Frank; Audrey’s younger brother, Felix; and Audrey’s dad. Yup. The older brother who was way into gaming, the five year old who was pretty much the cutest thing, and the father of the protagonist. That’s about it.

Audrey, being the main character with anxiety who tells the story from a first person point of view,  at first I was willing to sympathize with and understand. She was bullied so badly that she could barely leave her home- something I’ve been close to myself. I wanted to hug her and tell her everything was okay, and part of me still does- but part of me also wants to whack her in the back of the head with a book.

I feel you Maka, I feel ya.

I mean, who with anxiety would honestly just let a person ask them if they were suddenly relieved of their anxiety just because they did one thing- ONE thing- out of their comfort zone and didn’t have a total mental breakdown. Like, um, excuse me what? I have anxiety and would bite off a person’s head (and I kind of already have) if they asked me like that. And I understand that not everybody is able to just explain these kinds of things to people- I get that. I’m not soulless (for the most part).

But what irked me the most was that she literally just smiled and went along with it. Not even a stony faced “no” or shrugging of the shoulders and suddenly changing the topic to stay off that topic- she just went straight to smiling and nodding along. Those are the kinds of things that will send me flying off the wall in anger. I can’t stand that. Maybe it’s because I’m a feminist; maybe it’s because I’m too cold-hearted and not understanding person; maybe it’s just because I’ve centered myself around action packed books that have no time for spineless girls who just nod along. But whatever the reason may be, when she did that, I knew that I would never be able to look at this book the same way.

And then Linus, the love interest, who asks Audrey this god awful question. Please tell me that this author did not choose one of my biggest childhood crushes and heroes to name this character after and that she just liked the name. Please. I beg of you. I mean, I guess he wasn’t too bad of a character, but he definitely wasn’t the comforting and understanding boyfriend love interest I thought he would be. Goodness.

And then the mother. I guess she wasn’t too bad, she was just a bit too eccentric for my liking. Just a bit, and that then leads me into the the plot.

What I think of the plot:

This book was very interesting, and I have to say I like the writing style of this author. I’ve never read any of her books before, but I have to say I was pretty impressed when I read this book. I really just wish though that she had given us more insight as to what exactly happened to Audrey when she was bullied. That’s left a very gray area and vague topic. Audrey never really explains and actually tell the reader she’s not going to talk about it because to her it’s not “important.” Well if you have anxiety and depression episodes over it honey, I think it’s kinda “important.”

I feel like this book was pretty good for a contemporary read on how teenagers can get anxiety and how they cope with it- a little unrealistic at times and sometimes a little over-dramatized, but whatever. I’m a very critiquing person, so it may not be as bad as I say it is, but these are just opinions. 

Now onto Linus and Audrey’s relationship. May I just say, “Awe… huh? I mean awe, like yeah it’s cute, but huh?” I was very confused at times with their relationship. They had really cute moments and I suppose he was kind of attractive (I keep imagining Linus from the Peanuts comics and movies I used to (and still do) watch and read as a kid whenever I think of this kid), but they’re relationship reminded me a bit too much of what the Homestuck fandom refers to as a black hearted romance (yes I am Homestuck trash and proud; I have a kid OC and a fantroll- deal with it).

This is where the relationship between lovers turns obsessive and controlling, with one lover, or even both, sometimes using physical violence or threats to keep others away from their significant other. Now obviously with Audrey and Linus being teenagers, nothing was too extreme and really nobody was controlling using violence or really even threats, but I’ll just quote the book here:

“Linus.” I nod. “He’s still Linus. He says hi, by the way.”

“Oh!” Dr. Sarah seems taken aback. “Well, say hi back.”

“And he says, ‘Good job.”

There’s a silence and a little smile creeps round Dr. Sarah’s face. “Well,” she says. “You can say that back to him too. I’d like to meet this Linus.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get your hopes up,” I say with a deadpan shrug. “He’s mine.”

So. . . yeah. She say that to her therapist, who has never shown any intentions or anything like what Audrey’s implying. I’ll just leave at that.

How Many Pusheen Cats eating apple pie I give for this book: 


So have you ever read this book? Did you enjoy it more than me? And if you haven’t, do you now plan on reading or have I scared you off? Tell me in comments!

Home is where your books are,

The Time Traveling Writer.

Love In Ten Lines

The Explanation:

This time, it is not a regular award nomination where I answer questions. No, instead I have been chosen for a poem nomination. So anyways, as always, I have had one of the most fabulous and most magnificent bloggers in the world have nominated me for this most interesting award/nomination.

So go follow her @ Tea With Ellie.

The Rules:

1) Write about love using only 10 lines.
2) Use “love” in each line.
3) Each line can only be 4 words long.
4) Nominate others who are up for the challenge.
5) Let them know about the challenge.
6) Title the post, Love in Ten Lines.
7) Include a quote about love.
8) Tag the post ‘ten’.

The Poem (first attempt before realizing that I have to have the word ‘love’ in each line):

“Put on your coat,

It’s really cold outside.

“Please buckle your seatbelt,

The roads aren’t safe.

“Now close the door,

You’ll catch a cold.

“I’m worried for you,

You aren’t acting yourself.”

I smile and say,

“I love you too.”

The Poem (second attempt):

Love is with you,

Love is with me,

Forget past demons, love,

Love is with us.

Fire can’t compare love,

Storms don’t touch love.

It’s love with windows

Down, love so vulnerable.

Love hits, strikes, blows

my wanderlust mind- love.

The Quote:

“I wanna scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs

But I’m afraid that someone else will hear me.” – Fall Out Boy

The Nominations:

Alright so I’m really tired right now and kind of angry, so I just nominate all of you! Anyone who reads; if you are up for it then do it. If not, I applaud you for being honest with yourself. Do not feel forced. I DO NOT FORCE THINGS UPON PEOPLE IF THEY FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE.

So Thanks for reading.

Best of luck,

The Time Traveling Writer.

Emoji Book Tag!

Okay so I know that this isn’t long after my Frozen Book Tag, but I’m bored and sick at home so deal with me. And so now I am joining and doing the Emoji Book Tag! Let’s have fun, shall we? Once again I wasn’t tagged in this one formerly but @The YA Book Hoarder just said anyone who wanted to do it could do and so yeah. You just answer the question that relates to a certain emoji and then post a pic of the book/book series that relates.

1. A book that you laugh so hard you cried:


Wow that’s a toughie. *I now look to my bookshelf of just total depressing book that have only really ever made me cry and hate the world* Oh wait! The Lost Hero by Rick Riorden!


Leo Valdez killed me in that book, along with Piper’s sarcasm and Jason’s cluelessness.

2. A book about love.


*looks at my bookshelf again with a sad look because all I see is fantasy and sci-fi.* Wait again! Paper Towns by John Green.

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I want to go as Margo for Halloween one day, but only if I get a boyfriend to go as Q with me.

3. A book that shocked you.


Not a second though about it- City Of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare.

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Because like the ending with Sebastian and Jace is a killer to the feels! I was freaking out so bad.

4. A book with a character you fell in love with.


No doubt about it, no explanation needed- Adam from If I Stay/Where She Went by Gayle Forman.

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5. A book that made you cry.


omg, finally something that I don’t have to go on a scavenger hunt for on my bookshelf! Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling. all of those books made me cry at least once! Even the first three, because I am a very emotional child who has a lot of weird feelings Anyways…

Thanks for reading.

Best of luck,

The Time Traveling Writer.

Frozen Book Tag!!

Hello everybody! I have decided to just start randomly doing book tags. I’ll try to stick to the ones that you either do by yourself or where the user that made the one I said anyone could do it, but there may be some that I just can’t help myself on. So yeah, I’ve decided to the Frozen one first because this one is super short and super sweet to the point. So let’s go!

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Frozen Heart–Beautiful! Powerful! Dangerous! Cold! What character do you think of when you hear this description?

Hands down Lilith from the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. She is just so pretty when she’s described, but then she’s like the mother of all demons and is creepy as crap and just *shudders*. And she is just so rude and snappy. And weird. And let’s get off the topic of her…
Do you want to build a Snowman?– A character you’d like to build a snowman with.
Probably Percy Jackson. I mean, that would just be so fun! Because ice is just somewhat frozen water (completely frozen water is ice you nitwits) and he’d probably find a way to make crazy cool snow sculptures and just like he ‘s Percy Jackson man! C’mon!
For The First Time In Forever– You haven’t been able to read anything in a long time and your TBR pile has been growing larger and larger. What book (of your TBR pile, so no rereads) would you pick?
Oh god… Um probably since I’m a serious weirdo, I’d start reading Doctor Who: 12 Doctors 12 Stories which is a Doctor Who anthology I got from Barnes & Noble when I went on a Book Haul with my like, five different gift cards from Christmas and I’d finish Eye of Minds by James Dashner. I am on like Chapter something of that book and I just put it down and started reading something else. And I actually remembering being in the middle of a complete kick-butt action scene. I don’t know why. Oh well. It’ll be next to read, I swear.
Love Is An Open Door– With what book or which character (or both!) would love be an open door with it? Or for what book/which character would you close the door?
Always an Open Door~
Book: The Fault In our Stars by John Green. I have reread this book over five times… in less than a year. I have a slight obsession with it.
Character: Neville Longbottom from Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling. Hands down, I love him. He’s adorable, shy, and nerdy and look at him in Deathly Hallows! Man alert!
Close the Door~
Book: Wicked by Gregory Maguire. Good book, don’t get me wrong. But see, I thought it would be so much like the play (which I have seen never but own the 5th anniversary special edition soundtrack from the time my parents went when I was like six). It was so mature and I’m still like half way through the book but whoa bro- it’s just getting pretty 1) boring and 2) depressing.
Character: Gally from The Maze Runner Series by James Dashner. Like really dude, I hated that dirty shank. He was rude, two-faced, and get on my nerves like crazy. I read that book in less than twenty-four hours and I just wanted to scream when he “died”. I was so happy. And then The Death Cure cam out… no spoilers I have to remind myself.
Let It Go– A book or book series you used to love but you let it go.
 When I see the phrase ‘let it go‘, I think let your feelings no longer take you over. So I had to let go… well after it impacted me the hardest out of all the series I’ve read… The Maze Runner by James Dashner. Just, *stab* to the feels. So bad. So bad.
Reindeers Books Are Better Than People– Books are better than people. We all know that. Let’s say you’re tired of people today. What book would you rather spend the day with?
Oh God, most definitely The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. That book just makes me feel all fuzzy inside for some reason. Like a book narrated by Death is comforting to an antisocial and anxiety ridden teenager; cause that makes perfect sense.
 In Summer– A perfect book for summer!
The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Just reading the first chapter I can feel the intoxicating heat of India and it feels good to read about the heat somewhere else when I’m in the heat.
Fixer Upper– A book that’s a bit of a fixer-upper and should be fixed with a little bit of love ?
 Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige. That book is so full of hatred and tension that I felt my back ache every time I read about Amy’s suspicions for this person and then that person- SHUT UP I DON’T GIVE A FRICKLE FRACK I WANT TO SEE YOU KILL DOROTHY LIKE A NINJA. Sorry, needed to let that out. 🙂
Alright so that happened. I would like to thank @JetWeasleyBookReviews for kinda tagging me in it (not really, they just if you wanted to do you could) and so yeah. You are all invited to do this tag!

Inspiration Has Struck, Finally! (Took it long enough).

Inspiration: https://readingandcats.wordpress.com/2015/02/23/things-i-want-to-read-more/

I find myself reading like how I listen to music; I like so many different genres, but at certain points in time I can’t help but stick to something before backtracking to something I left off of so long ago. Like how I switch from country-to-pop, pop-to-emo rock, emo rock-to-punk rock, I switch through different genres of books either very slowly, or as fast as lightning. I can go from Y/A novels to dystopian action to sci-fi to fantasy to mystery and then back to dystopian action and then to fantasy again and then Y/A and then… you get the picture right?

If you still don’t get it, that’s alright; just let me give you a more thorough representation:

So let’s say that I read The Fault In our Stars by John Green in a week.

Then I go to Divergent by Veronica Roth.

Then I go to Insurgent by Veronica Roth.

Then I go to rereading Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling

Then I go to Maze Runner by James Dashner.

Then I go to The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.

Then I go to reading some poetry from my Emily Dickinson book.

Then I go to The Scorch Trials by James Dashner.

Then I go to Paper Towns by John Green.

Then I go to Allegiant by Veronica Roth.

Then I go to rereading the first three books of Harry potter by J. K. Rowling.

Then I go to If I stay by Gayle Forman.

Then I go to reading Sherlock Holmes by Sir Aurthur Conan Doyle.

Then I go to Wicked by Gregory Maguire.

Then I go to The Death Cure by James Dashner.

Then I go to Where She Went by Gayle Forman.

Then I go to Four by Veronica Roth.

Then I go to the entire Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis.

You get the picture yet? It might seem complicated by that list, but really… oh god what I have done *throws hands in the air in exasperation* (I try to explain things and I end up over complicating them. Lovely.)

Hahaha, anyways, see you lot tomorrow at the latest for Top Ten Tuesday!

Thanks for reading.

Best of luck,

The Time Traveling Writer.

P.S. I did not in any way, shape, or form read all those books in that order, in that way, and no, those are not the only books I have ever read. You’ll see soon enough how many books I have… Mwhahaha >:)

Short Story- 3 AM ramblings

Alice smoothened out her blue silk skirt for the last time before she looked up and saw Gregore. If it weren’t for his charming smile and flawless hair, Alice would have been partially intimidated by his steely eyes. They were, as they had been since he was a freshly born infant, the colour of hidden objects in the dark with only the faintest golden outline here and there. Black obsidian eyes with flecks of pure golden youth striking out around his always constricted pupil. He held a nicely wrapped blue present in one hand, holding his coat while it was draped over his shoulder with the other. Alice was disappointed. He had no free hands to hug her.
Alice then opened up her long, black trench coat and pulled out her pocket watch. She clicked it open and inspected the time on the vintage like clock face. When she looked up back at Gregore, her fuchsia lips pursed into a childish pout.
“You’re late, Gregore. Very late, in fact.” The boy could only smile joyfully with a halfhearted shrug before placing the blue wrapped present in front of Alice- on her empty plate to her ever growing annoyance- and sat in the opposite set across from her. Alice snapped her clock shut so tightly that a passing waiter even cringed. Everyone in a ten foot radius of Alice winced from the ringing that the clicking metal watch brought along with an obnoxious headache. Everyone was affected; all except Gregore. He grinned crookedly, flashing his crooked yet perfectly white teeth, and leaned back improperly in his seat.
“Listen, I’m sorry Ally. It’s just that Red needed my help and-” Alice sat up straighter abruptly in her chair and glared so fiercely at Gregore that his following words were ceased by the fire raging from her icy eyes. So blue, like an untouched skyline.
“Gregore, darling,” she drawled with a sophisticated properness to her exquisite etiquette. She placed her hands in her lap and forward some slightly, disregarding all thoughts or emotions of the present wrapped in front of her. “This would be the fifth time that you have been hopelessly tardy to one of our afternoon tea luncheons. And I do not accept unpunctuality in a quote un quote committed relationship,” Alice then eased back some before remembering her manners and poise. She acted as if she didn’t notice, but she did and as did Gregore, to his embarrassment- every single person in the outside Parthenon had their eyes on the distressed couple. While the words that the two spoke to each may have been stretched out and thin, their physical appearances were just as captivating as their relationship drama.
Alice, in her short above-the-knee-high blue satin dress, the skirt puffed with layers of petticoats, inch high black heels, fishnet stockings, and out of place black trench coat, was always one hard to ignore. Even if she wasn’t talking. Her hair was let down loose, falling in a V-shape to the bottom edge of her shoulders blades, and it was often describe not as a now contemporary comparison of spun golden threads; no, not Alice. She had hair the colour of sunshine, the colour of happiness, the colour of new born love. And it was unheard for a man to look into Alice’s eyes and not fall in love with them, if not her herself.
Gregore was a different story. He was not alluring in the way of royalty or graceful elegance; no he had the rustic and quaint bewitching personality to him.
He was almost always found in a pair of dirt bespattered brown leather laced-up boots, fringe frayed pants denim jeans or a pair of paint covered overalls with a once white tee shirt underneath, and a flannel shirt unbuttoned and over a once spotless under shirt like a coat. He was unlike Alice, who was first in line for the throne of Wonderland, and work was as a modest book binder and humble glazier. He was selfless, and never turned down an opportunity or invitation to help another. He had black eyes with streaks of lining gold around his pupils, dust coloured hair that fell to his chin. And on his jaw line there was the ever growing stubble that used to tickle Alice’s cheeks whenever he used to kiss her. His skin was thick with a slight tan. He had terse hands, decorated with skin grafts and time worn scars. If one were to ask many girls amongst the villages what they thought of Gregore Beorhthram, they would only utter one word in a lovesick whispering hush: Perfect. Maybe some would say Perfection, or perhaps Perfected, but you must understand the gist of things by now.
But in Alice’s merciless eyes, he was only one cringeworthy word to her: Late.
“So as of today, you, Gregore Beorhthram, are- what do the commoners call it? Oh yes- single.” The entire outdoor luncheonette sucked in a loud and obnoxious gasp. One woman let out a horrific scream of heartache and had to be escorted out after she had fainted from the idea of Alice and Gregore not together anymore. Gregore only stared at Alice with the stony expression she had ever seen since she left her sister.
“Open the present. Enjoy it. Goodbye Alice.” He got up, and shrugged on his chipped wrinkled brown leather jackets over a buttoned red and black flannel shirt. He paused before walking out of the elegant outdoor cafe with a dignified high head. Alice was at a lost of breath and began to fan herself with her hand.
“Are you quite all right, miss Alice?” A waiter with purple corkscrews for hair and blue painted eyelids and lips for his makeup. Wonderland still had its flourishing and extravagant characteristics, surprising Alice more each and everyday she stayed longer. She looked up after blowing her nose into a lacy white polyester handkerchief and nodded at the silly little man with a straight face.
“Quite,” she repeated in a callous and frigid voice. The waiter then gestures to the present in front of her. She looked to the right and waved a hand as if telling the waiter to go away.
“Throw it away. Keep it and give it to your lover. Sell it. I don’t care what you do with it; rid it from my eyesight immediately. Then get me a cup of white tea, will you?” Her voice returned to its usual softness and almost caring tone. The waiter, Alice noticed his name tag read Alfonzo, nodded and picked up the present delicately as if it were a ticking time bomb. Alice then leaned forward some into the table, holding her head up by her unscarred hands and tears began to fall from her serene eyes and into the white chinaware dish, memories swimming around in her mind like water and mud mixing in a pond.