Mug Monday & Bookish Private Life

Bookish Private Life Topic

My daughter´s dream career.

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Disney´s Baby Princesses Mug- Purchased in Paris


Happy Mug Monday!

It feels like I haven´t done one of these since…. Okay. I can´t remember. Let´s forget about that.

My topic of the week is something I´ve been wanting to share for a while but with my girls around ( and me falling asleep right when Mommy Time starts ) it´s hard to share bookish stories about my private life.

It´s probably known by now that I have 2 girls. Eve, my 10-year-old day dreamer… And Lillian, my 6-year-old firecracker. They don´t kid you when they say you´ll never have two of the same kind ( and by “they” I´m referring to the neighbors, my mother, mother in-law and every other woman who had kids and even the one´s who don´t have kids ).

For a while now, my babies are living out the phase of making plans for their future.

“I wanna be a dancer / a singer / a firefighter / a vet. I wanna pick flowers for a living!”

Most of the time those bold statements are followed by these questions:

“Do I have to see blood when I become a vet? Can I be one without having to deal with blood? Do I have to dance in front of an audience, or can I just dance at home?”

Innocent questions asked by innocent minds and all those dream jobs and questions come from my youngest, Lillian. Eve has only had one dream job she´s been wanting to do ever since the job picking phase in my house started.

She wants to become a writer.

“Mommy, what do I have to do to become a writer?”

She´s 10, so she can deal with the truth, right?

The first thing I wanted to say was, “Are you sure?!” but decided I didn´t want to make her doubt her choice of profession.

“Baby, being a writer is hard work. It´s not as easy as you think it is.” Is what I say to her, instead. And it´s true. Being a writer isn´t easy. Not that I´ve experienced that at first hand…. I haven´t. I´m not an author. But thanks to the blogging years I have under my belt I´ve seen enough struggling authors to last me a lifetime.

“What´s not easy about being an author? I have tons of ideas, Mom.” And I see the determination in her eyes. She wants to become a writer and she isn´t going to allow me to crush that dream for her. She has yet to comprehend that I´m not crushing any dreams… I´m helping her understand the hardships of being a writer.

“It´s not only about ideas, babe. If you have the ideas then collect them. Add to those ideas. Write them all down. You can even use my laptop to write. Make sticky notes and plaster your room with them. Take a notepad to school with you, incase you think of something fabulous to write about. Just never let that idea disappear.  But, what good are ideas if you have no one who reads them?”

I think this is a point a lot of authors can relate to. Not my child, though. For her, it´s more than enough if me, my husband, both Grandma´s and a few school friends read her stories. And that´s more than fine. In fact- If that´s the route she believes she should take then she has my full support.

Have I mentioned how determined Eve is? Ever since our little discussion she´s been writing like a mad – child. Every night she presents a new chapter of her latest “Moonlight Wolf” short story and wants me to edit the chapters for her at night.

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Right side- My daughter´s chapters, waiting for edits.

Am I proud? Definitely! She wants to be a writer. If that´s her dream job then I´m the last person to object. Who am I to argue with someone over their dreams, right?

Now, to the mug…. Dear Heavens above! Last year we thought a Family Trip to Paris would be a great idea. All 4 of us, driving down to the city of love. The girls made HUGE plans. All they wanted to see was the Eiffel Tower and the rest?… They didn´t care much for whatever else Paris had to offer. Hubby and I have visited Paris many times before so we had a good idea on what we could do with the girls and how to make their city vacation a great experience.

We had it all planned out. We made charts and reservations. We bought tickets to all major tourist attractions to avoid standing hours in line. We were prepared. 4 days in Paris and we were determined to exhaust our girls and fill their minds with beauty and history. ( That´s a parent´s dream. If you ask my kids what they remember of our Paris vacation they´ll just say they had to walk a lot )

We were not prepared for the Disney store on the Champs Elysees.

Let´s just say we spent over 2 hours in there and spent more money than I planned to ever spend in a Disney store for Disney stuff.

Thankfully, I was able to buy myself a mug. A self-pity purchase, on my part. A note to all parents: Never take your children in a Disney store. You´ll never get them out. Not even the Eiffel Tower will get them to leave.


That´s it for today. I hope you enjoyed my little private bookish blog post.

Until next time!


Much love,

Morgana ❤

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Mug Feature & Book Talk & Private Ramblings

Mug –Ikea

Book – Dangerous To Know & Love by Jane Harvey-Berrick


I´m a person who´s mind runs a million miles per hour. I´m not much of a multitasker but I can think of many odd things all at once. I´ve been told it´s an Aquarius trait. Not that I would know. I don´t pay attention to star signs, zodiac readings or whatever else they´re called. I know my mind runs off while I´m doing stuff. A fact I can live with.

Monday and Wednesday´s are my days off. The girls are at my mom´s enjoying their beloved Grandma-time so that leaves me with nothing to do. Literally. With the house clean, laundry done and lunch cooked I have all the time in the world ( 4 hours to myself feel like an endless amount of time) to do the things I enjoy most. 

Call me weird but… I like doing nothing. We live in a fast living world where everyone´s running from A to B all the time. There´s hardly any room during our busy lives to properly relax. Unless we make time. That´s what I do. I make a point out of doing nothing sometimes. Why? It´s important for the mind and body. 

In my case, I like to read and drink hot chocolate during my relax time. I like to aimlessly walk around the house in my hot pink bathrobe and just appreciate the silence. I´ll sometimes look out the kitchen window and watch my neighbors chat on the street, I´ll watch others pass by my house with their dogs.. I swear, there´s nothing better than having enough time to appreciate the little things in life. 

While sipping my hot cocoa I took an extra few minutes to admire the color of the mug. Speaking of mugs- An Ikea purchase ( because I can never walk out of that place without something from the Dining department). Was the color turquoise? Blue? Teal? Then I thought of how great it would be if a book cover had that same color. The search for the matching book cover began.

It took me a full hour of rummaging to find what I was looking for. Voila!

WP Mug Turquoise
Book- Dangerous To Know & Love by Jane Harvey-Berrick

Okay, fine. Black, white and gray dominate the cover but there is a color splash of teal.

One of my all time favorite romances. And it´s an older one, too. Not one of those new romances where the Hero is some rich hot-shot who owns half a city and whisks a middle class 20-year-old off her feet with outrageous sex. 

No. This is a simple, relatable romance. It´s emotional. I love it. `Dangerous To Know & Love` is one of those stories where you feel the character´s pain and just want to do everything to jump right in and help out. I remember I felt like a peeping Tom while reading Lisanne and Daniel´s story.  They had a slow-moving relationship with relatable up´s and down´s.  I didn´t really suffer from any emotional trauma after reading this book but I do remember feeling so utterly satisfied and excited. 

There aren´t many books I cherish. I have a handful of books I call my romance Bible. This book definitely belongs to those. 

Two hot cocoa´s later I realized I was rereading the book. Something I wasn´t planning on doing because I have more than enough books on my oversized TBR list. Books that are anxiously waiting for some attention. 

I guess swooning over Daniel and Lisanne´s lovestory was more important. I have time, right? My TBR list isn´t going anywhere. A quick reread and another hot cocoa can never hurt… Especially not me. 🙂

I hope you enjoyed Mug Monday. Until next week….

Much Love,

Morgana xx

Book Info

Title: Dangerous To Know & Love  Dangerous to Know and Love

Author: Jane Harvey-Berrick

Publication Date: May 17th 2013

Genre: New Adult, Romance

Favorite Quote (s): “I don´t want to be defined by this.”

“I´m so fucking happy you´re here,” he whispered. “It makes it hurt less.”

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12 Things You can Use As Bookmarks

Bookmarks. One of those things you can´t live with or without.

Normally, a bookmark is made out of a simple strip of card, used to mark a page in a book so a reader knows where he/she left off. But bookmarks come in all materials, shapes and sizes, these days.

All you have to do is spend some quality time on Instagram and you can find tons, if not more, Insta-feeds from super creative people who make gorgeous, personalized bookmarks or you can do what I usually do * hides face in shame *: Use whatever is close by as a bookmark.

Seriously- I feel slightly ashamed of my bookmark substitutes. I´m 35. I should have figured out by now that toilet paper isn´t the right choice to mark a page but I still do it. I spend so much time on Etsy that I could easily order a few of those fab page markers.

It wasn´t until I decided to dust off my bookshelves when I noticed I had all sorts of weird objects sticking between book pages. I mean- I knew I used toilet paper. But the rest? * snorts * Totally slipped my mind that I used anything flat and within my reach. As I emptied my books I collected some awkward treasures ( including chocolate someone hid behind my books. But that´s a story for a different time).

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  1. A bookmark. I have hundreds of bookmarks. If I could only remember where they all are.

2. Piece Of Ribbon. As a mom of 2 girls I have all sorts of glittery girly stuff flying around the house, even ribbons. You can never know when you need to work one into a braid or give a newly wrapped gift the last touch.  A piece of ribbon can also be used as a bookmark!

3. Photos. The large rectangular object on the top of the pic is a photo ( turned facedown due to privacy reasons). I can´t, by all that´s fluffy and pink, remember when I used that as a bookmark.

4.  Toilet Paper & Kleenex. This is no surprise to any reader. You take your book with you to the bathroom. It´s normal. I have a stack of books right next to my towels.. But when you don´t want to put your book down, not even when nature calls, you take your book with you. That´s just how it works. Toilet paper has more than one function! Kleenex is just as great. Lol.

5. Hair Accessories. I must have been super desperate to use a bobby pin, a rubber band and a hair clip as bookmarks.

6. Post-It Notes / Strips. Those are my favorite and I usually use them when I´m not in that much of a hurry. Since I have them sticking all over my house I just walk by and grab the closest one and stick it in my book.

7. Chewing Gum Wrapper. Not totally unusual or uncommon for me to find gum wraps in my books. I chew a lot of gum, day and night. And I don´t just take a piece out and chew it for hours…. No. I´m a 5-at-a-time kind of girl. I found lots of gum wrappers on bookshelf cleaning day.

8. Receipts. I usually throw receipts right away because they´re unwanted evidence * howling with laughter *. There are a few times I do keep them but they always end up as a bookmark substitute.

9. Clothes Pin. You could pay me and I still wouldn´t be able to remember the moment when I used that. Whatever possessed me to use a clothes pin? It´s not even practical. Just as useless as the chocolate I found hidden behind my books.

10. Pocket Calendar. It was laying on the table. It was either that or use a pen to mark the page I was at.

11. Triangle Ruler. Yeah. The girls leave their stuff on the table and mommy uses it as a bookmark and blames the poor kids for losing her stuff ( parental fail at it´s finest. The shame is unbearable ).

12. Paperclip. Useful in so many ways. For me, a paperclip is like a swiss knife. Always have one in my pocket and purse and you can use it for everything, especially as a bookmark.


My advice for fellow book addicts? Use real bookmarks. That´s what they´re there for. It´s the sole purpose for a bookmark to be wedged between pages. Don´t be like me. Don´t use whatever you can get ahold of.

Speaking of bookmarks…. Here´s a shout out to some amazing creative Insta-people who make wonderful decorative bookmarks that´ll make your reading experience lots more enjoyable!

Page Break – Etsy ShopInstagram

Enchanted Bookmarks – Etsy ShopInstagram

Our Bookmarks – Etsy ShopInstagram


Do you have any bookmark substitutes you like to use? Let me know! ❤

Much Love,

Morgana xx






Review- Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother by Amy Chua

Book Description

At once provocative and laugh-out-loud funny, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother ignited a global parenting debate with its story of one mother’s journey in strict parenting. Amy Chua argues that Western parenting tries to respect and nurture children’s individuality, while Chinese parents typically believe that arming children with skills, strong work habits, and inner confidence prepares them best for the future. Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother chronicles Chua’s iron-willed decision to raise her daughters, Sophia and Lulu, the Chinese way–and the remarkable, sometimes heartbreaking results her choice inspires. Achingly honest and profoundly challenging, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother is one of the most talked-about books of our times.

My Thoughts

I have an important life motto.

„Never discuss politics, religion, money and parenting in public.“

Those four topics will guarantee a fight. Especially parenting because everyone has a strong opinion on how kids should be raised the right way.battle

I´m a mother of two girls, ages 6 and 10. We´ve had our up´s and down´s like any other family, especially when it comes to us parent´s trying to `do the right thing`.

I consider myself an easy going type when it comes to parenting. That doesn´t mean I sit back and sip cocktails all day long and let my kids do whatever they please. What I mean is- I´m not very strict. I believe life is too short to scream and have a nervous breakdown. Kids are little people with minds that are like a blank canvas. You have the duty to help fill in the blank space with all you have to give, that includes alot of love.You have to explain a whole lot or else they won´t understand. Sure, I get loud every once in a while but I never go beyond that.

We have very few rules in my house.

  • If you break something of yours it´s not going to be replaced. So take good care of what you have.
  • Don´t hurt anyone. Not verbally nor physically. Don´t dish out what you don´t want in return. Because you won´t like the echo.
  • Bedtime by 9 p.m.

And for the last 10 years I think I´ve done a pretty darn good job at raising my kids. I´m not one of those over-scheduled mothers who drive their kids all over town all day, five times a week. My house is not spotless and doesn´t look new because, well… I´m clever enough to know that I have kids who will either by mistake spill juice, food, etc, or will accidentally color my walls with toothpaste because they weren´t watching where they were going.

It´s all about communication. A relationship can´t function without talk and neither can kids know if what they´re doing is right or wrong without sitting them down and having a chat with them. Kids aren´t idiots, even if they sometimes act like ones.

As long as there´s no blood drawn or someone is in a life threatening situation- there´s no reason to go apeshit. Shit happens. If not with the kids then shit will happen at work, with the family…. you get the picture, right?

I´m not saying I´ve done everything right. I´ve made plenty mistakes, myself. And I still got the teenager years ahead of me. Who knows how my kids will turn out by then. But for now- I´m happy and so are my kids ( I hope. Gonna have to ask them in the morning about that. Lol)

I knew, before I started this book, that it wasn´t going to make me happy. As I´ve said above- any discussion about raising kids will most likely end up in a disagreement. I know for a fact that alot of people don´t understand how my husband and I can stay calm and collected with our kids and I´m not quiet either when I see parents yelling at their children in public, or trying to discipline them in what they think is the right way infront of me ( I hate when kids get yelled at for whatever small reason. Hate, hate, hate ). But reading this book made my blood boil. I was fuming.

So outragous and unreal. How can anyone act like the author / mother acted towards her children? It was appalling and….. it left me speechless.

I hated this book. And what I hated most was how I couldn´t stop reading it. I wanted to know if anyone actually reported that mother or if she got away with the terrible shit she put her children through.

The credentials on the back said:

`Breathtakingly personal … Her tale is compelling in the same way as a good thriller`

`Blissfully funny … This book, for all it´s hilarious / hair-raising insights into how to raise terrifyingly over accomplished children, strikes me as being not so much about parenting methods as about the immigrant experience`

There were no hilarious parts in this story. None. I didn´t even smile.

And in the description it says:

`It was supposed to be a story of how Chinese parents are better at raising kids than Western ones.`

And that´s exactly what this book was about. `Battle Hymn Of The Tiger Mother` is a biography of a woman, wife, mother on parenting and how Western civilization is practically shit at raising kids and only the Chinese are capable of bringing out the best of their offspring.

I call that a crock of shit. How dare she?

The clue of it all was- The author raised her kids á la Chinese style in a Western civilization. That´s just as terrible, if you ask me.

What this author revealed in her book was not only medieval, it was cringe-worthy.

Not at all worth anyting…not even my time. I still get pissed just thinking about her ways and how she dealt with her children.

Telling a child the picture she drew was not good was one of the worst parts of the book for me. Seriously, I have 2 kids who couldn´t be more different from one another, too. My oldest is the quiet type and my youngest is my firecracker. If I´d have told my oldest her picture wasn´t good she´d have needed life long therapy. If I´d had said the same to my youngest she´d have grown horns and chased me around the house…from the ceiling…while spitting fire. ( Aren´t kids great? :-))

Hours beyond hours of Violin and piano practice? My oldest would have fallen asleep and my youngest would have eaten the instrument out of spite. My life is too short to witness either.

Threatening a child with burning stuffed animals, not allowing playdates…. HELLO? The stuffed animals from my girls are their lifelines. They´d have to pull off some serious shit for me to want to burn their sacred bears, dolphins, etc. To be honest- Burning anything of theirs would never cross my mind in the first place. Neither would putting my child out on the cold because it didn´t want to practice an instrument or what not. It´s 2017. Surely, there are other ways to knock some sense into a child ( should any form of communication fail ).

The author wanted her children to be the best. No. You don´t quite understand…. she wanted them to be THE BEST. I want that, too, for my girls. But not at the cost of their freedom and sanity.

This book was, also, less about her children and more about self-display. I, I, I, me, me, me. That´s all I read. Lots of screaming and fighting. For fucks sake…. to read about the many fights was exhausting beyond means. I wasn´t even interested in the cultural differences because the author globalized everything and constantly compared. I, now, automatically assume all Chinese mothers are brutal, mean as shit witches and that Western mothers are lazy shits who ruin the lives of their children. That´s how this author displayed the two cultures. I´m aware that that´s not, in anyway, true… but she just went along and pointed fingers at nations and cultures. Not cool at all.

Bah. I´m not surprised I hated this book. I´m not even surprised I hate the author and want to hunt her down for the shit she thought was worth having printed.

I will not recommend this book. It´s not worth it. But I will keep it and show my girls one day how life could have been if they were born into that family.

See? Never talk about parenting. And don´t write a book about parenting either. That will only get you 1 out of 5 stars. Unless we share the same opinion. Lol.