A Walk To Remember – Book/Movie Review!

Hello everybody, Shreya here! How are you all? I hope you all had a lovely weekend and are ready for a productive week ahead:) OK. Before I begin this post, I just wanted to let you all know, that I am a major sucker for books that have been turned into movies – if they have been done well, obviously. I am also prone to having majorly uncontrollable obsessions with books, movies, storylines, people…the list goes on! I know some of you feel the same way about these things and I would love to hear about your frequent obsessions! So before I explode with emotion and craze, let’s move on to this post!

About a week ago, I discovered the movie ‘A Walk To Remember’,the story of two North Carolina teens who go through some pretty tragic stuff while they fall in love. I saw the movie first, then proceeded to read the book and I think it is safe to say that I have been officially bitten by the Nicholas Sparks bug, which has now caused me to be extremely over emotional over basically any book or movie I read or watch…anyway, back to the story! (Also, the soundtrack is oh so amazing so it gets extra credit from me:)

‘A Walk To Remember’ follows the story of Landon Carter, the typical bad boy with a troubled past who has no drive to do well in school, or life for that matter. Due to circumstances, he crosses paths with Jamie Sullivan, the shy daughter of the minister of the local church. As the story progresses, Landon and Jamie become close and eventually fall in love. The story then takes a major left turn when Jamie confesses a deep secret to Landon, and it’s basically downhill from there on. The two then learn the true meaning of life, love and what it means to stay by someones side until their last breath

This story truly pulls at the old heartstrings and will probably leave you stranded with a pile of tissues around you…you have been warned. But in all seriousness, this story truly changed my outlook on life and literature in general and I can definitely say that it is now one of my favourite novels I have read, and definitely one of my favourite movies!

Also, can we just take a minute to appreciate how cute Landon Carter is? All my friends would probably give me weird looks once they searched him up, but for a guy in 2002, I would say he was pretty good looking;) If his looks aren’t really doing it for you, I can assure you his character surely will. I cannot count the number of times I have thought why there aren’t really 18 year old guys who are as charming, sweet and romantic as Landon…but I guess there’s nothing new about that. Guys in novels really are too good to be true.

This is probably the cheesiest post I have written. Probably the most crazy and the most personal. But that’s who I am, I guess. Just any geeky teenager with my nose in a novel and my head in the clouds, dreaming of people from the novel. I guess I’m proud of it, you know? I never want to get to the point where I have to hide who I really am because I’m not ‘cool’ enough! Ok this got too deep too quickly…

Anyways, I highly recommend that you watch this movie if you haven’t already! It came out 14 years ago so I suppose some of you would have seen it, and if so, please let me know, for I feel as if I’m alone in this ‘A Walk To Remember’ world and I have absolutely no one to talk about this with!!

Hope you all have an amazing week!

Signing off,

Shreya xx

“Love is like the wind. You can’t see it, but you can feel it.”

Nicholas Sparks, A Walk To Remember




When I Write A Little More…

Hello loves, hope you are all having a lovely weekend and making the most out of your days! About 6 months ago, I had posted a segment of a short story I had been writing and I had called the post When I Write…. You can check it out here if you would like:) Since then, I have been contemplating whether or not to post another snippet of the piece and after writing a fair amount, I decided to give it a try. So here is Chapter Two of the nameless novel I have been writing when times get rough. Do you find writing therapeutic? On a bad day, I let myself get lost on my own hurricane of thoughts and then por my heart, mind and should out onto pages and Word Documents. Maybe it’s just me, but there’s a chance that thee are people much like yourself, who do the same.


Chapter Two

“Lana?” whispered Mike from across the room – I didn’t even notice he was there. “Are you ok?”

I was far from ok. I had just woken up only to find that my home was a crime scene and that my parents may not be alive! Though, I still let Mike walk across the room to where I was laying and wrap me into a brotherly hug. Despite being younger than me by three hours, he was the only person with whom I felt most protected. My friends always ranted on about how annoying their brothers were but Mike and I were very close. Everyone said it was because we were twins but I don’t believe that’s particularly true. Sure, we felt unique and connected because of this but I believe that we were close because we simply enjoyed each other’s company. We held each other up through hard times – trust me, we’ve been through a lot – and were each other’s closest friend. I loved Mike and I didn’t feel weird saying it like others did about their brothers.

“Where are mum and dad?” I asked. “Are they alright?”

Mike knew that what I really meant by that was, “are they alive?” and cringed at the sound of those words.

“We’re not sure yet Lana”. He always called me Lana. “They were taken to hospital last night after you blacked out. You were brought here shortly after. You were unconscious Lana, in shock! If you hadn’t been brought here on time, you could have…you could have died.

A single tear trickled down his left cheek, his eyes glassy and bloodshot. He hadn’t slept last night. How could he? The rest of his family were in hospital with their lives on the line! I wiped away the tear with my cold, pale hand and told him it would be ok. He was my little brother after all and I would do anything to protect him.

Just as I was about to speak, a girl with flying brown locks came running into the hospital room. It was Maya, my best friend. She was like another third of me and I was the same to her for the nine years that we’d known each other. She was small like me, with beautiful, crazy hair and the biggest heart you could ever find. We did everything together! We shopped together, studied together, went to the movies, gossiped and even got bored together. Now, wearing her pyjamas with her hair everywhere and with no shoes on her feet, I couldn’t be more relieved to see her.

“Alanna!” she cried, and rushed to my bedside. “Are you ok? I came here as fast as I could! The police told me everything…I…I heard it on the news this morning. Mike! How are you? God, I was so worried!” the words just kept coming until she finally slumped down onto the creaky plastic chair, clearly out of breath and out of energy.

“Oh Maya!” I replied, suddenly feeling so overwhelmed with relief and appreciation. “I’m…I’m ok, I guess. I blacked out last night. Apparently it was from shock. I’m so glad you’re here! But how did you get here this early?”

“I ran”, she replied simply, as if it was the most obvious thing to do. And even then, when I was trapped in a hospital bed with my parents’ life in danger, I couldn’t help but smile at her sincerity. She sat gingerly on the side of my bed and held my hand reassuringly. At this moment, when life was like a hurricane, I knew I had my two best friends here with me to calm the storm, at least for now. So I laid my head back down onto the soft, feathery pillow and let the sound of soft whispers put me to sleep.

There you have it, the second chapter of this story with no name that lives in the back of my mind for most of the time. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you had no idea what was happening, you probably haven’t read chapter one! Here’s the link once more: Chapter One. Have a lovely day, stay positive, and don’t be afraid to dream every now and them:)

Signing off,

Shreya xx

“There is no greater agony that bearing an untold story inside of you.” – Maya Angelou


My Wanderlist Tag

Hi loves, happy Saturday! I was intact going to share with you all my travel bucket list, but to make it a little more interactive, I thought I would create the ‘My Wanderlist Tag’ I am an absolute travel fanatic, something you may now know as ‘Wanderlust’! I thought I would tweak it a bit and make a ‘Wanderlist’ of places I want to travel to! Let me know where you would like to travel in the future…Without further ado, here it is!


  1. Include the ‘My Wanderlist Tag’ logo in your post.
  2. Include all the cities/countries you have visited so far.
  3. List your top 15 places to travel from your bucket list!
  4. Nominate 5+ people to do this tag!

I thought I would start off with the places I’ve been to:)

NZ- Queenstown

Australia- Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Gold Coast, Alice Springs, Canberra

India- Mumbai, Pune, Delhi, Agra

UAE- Dubai & Sharjah



USA- California: Los Angeles, San Francisco. Massachusetts: Boston

For my age, I’d say I’ve had the privilege to travel to quite a few places…and for this I am truly grateful! Experiencing different cultures really brings me happiness and I find that I can get lost into different cultures really easily! Here are some of the places on my bucket list.

  1. Paris, France
  2. Santorini, Greece
  3. New York City, NY
  4. Yosemite National Park, California
  5. Italy
  6. Hawaii, USA
  7. Switzerland
  8. London, UK
  9. Nantucket, Massachusetts
  10. Monte Carlo
  11. Tokyo, Japan
  12. Orlando, Florida
  13. Maldives
  14. Washington D.C, USA
  15. Munich, Germany

I Tag:

  1. Dewdrops0213
  2. James Patmore
  3. Thoughtful Tash
  4. Teenella
  5. Chocolate Drops
  6. Robin Blue

There you have it! 15 places that I want to travel too…a little ambitious but I guess that’s what makes it all the more fun! Have you been to any of these places? Would you like to go? Leave it in the comments below or include these in your tags!

Love and hugs and happy travelling!

Signing off,

Shreya xx

“Travelling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.”  – Ibn Battuta