Murder Books

So, by the title of this post, you may assume that this is a post about murder mystery books, where people get murdered. 


This post is about books that make you want to murder someone, or throw something, or do something very violent. It’s also about other emotions books make you feel, not just anger. The reason for this post is that I am reading a really good book at the moment, called ‘Starcrossed’ by Josephine Anelini (check it out if you’re interested in greek mythology, and if you’re not, then check it out anyway). The main character is feeling extreme anger, and my eyes can barely leave the pages. It is so gripping! Anyway, I think I’m absorbing this girl’s emotions, because I am feeling so angry right now. I am fighting so hard to keep my fingers from banging really hard on this keyboard. Just, wow. You know a book is a good book when emotions leak through the pages.

Are there any books that you have read that make you feel this way? Or any other way?

There are lots of books that make me angry, sad and happy. I just finished reading a book called ‘My Invisible Boyfriend’ by Susie Day (if you’re feeling lonely without a boyfriend or are in the mood for an easy read, this book will be a good one). My class choir went into town to sing in a concert yesterday, and I was reading this book constantly. My friend had already read it, and I was asking her loads of questions about it. ‘Who does she end up with?’, ‘It had better not be *blah*’, ‘Oh no, *blah’s* there, tell me it’s not *blah*’ and ‘OMG, it has to be *blah*, he’s amazing’. She wouldn’t tell me anything, and I didn’t want her to tell me anything. I was just so caught up in the book. It was good though, cause we both wanted her to end up with the same character. I was even reading it while walking. I put it down when we crossed the roads though, I may be dedicated to my reading, but not so dedicated as to risk getting run over. If this character didn’t end up with *blah*, I was going to throw the book on the ground, stomp on it, jump on it, and leave it there, because the end would not be worth reading. But, I decided I couldn’t do that even if my OTP didn’t work out, as it was a library book. I deeply respect libraries. For those who haven’t memorised fandom speak (I’m ashamed that I have), OTP stands for One True Pairing. I have one for everything I read and watch, and I get really stroppy if my OTP doesn’t happen. Like in ‘Snow White and the Huntsman’…

SPOILER AHEAD!!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE ABOVE MENTION MOVIE, DO NOT READ AHEAD!!!! If you haven’t seen it, and don’t care about spoilers, feel free to continue, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.



…I really wanted Snow White and William to get together, but she ended up with no one, and it was implied that she loved the Huntsman. I HATED the huntsman, I don’t know why, I just did. Anyway, I’m very obsessive with my OTPs. Are there any pairings that you obsess over? I’ll tell you a few more of mine.

  • The Doctor and Rose (from Doctor Who)
  • Sherlock and Molly (from Sherlock) Sherlock’s a tricky one, I don’t think he should ever be in a relationship, because he’s Sherlock, but if he was in one, I would ship him with Molly. I’m definitely not a fan of Johnlock.
  • Harry and Ginny (Harry Potter)
  • Hermione and Ron (Harry Potter)
  • Will and Alyss (Ranger’s Apprentice)
  • Lewis and Hobson (Inspector Lewis)
  • Hathaway with no one (Inspector Lewis) some people like him with Lewis, and some like him with Innocent, but he’s like Sherlock, someone who is doomed to be with no one.
  • Morse and Joan (Endeavour) It’s never going to happen, but I WISH!

Anyway that’s all from me, I’m going to go and watch something to take my mind off this anger thing. I literally feel like throwing something. I think I’ll just go and hug my brother.

Ser deg seinare!

Tusen Takk!



Why do you think fog makes it hard to see?

Well, anonymous asker, do you see the clouds in the sky? Maybe not at this time of night (in Adelaide) but during the day. Can you see the sky through the clouds? The answer is probably and statistically ‘no’. Fog is cloud (basically… I’m not going to go all science-y, it’s way too late at night for that) and you cannot see properly through it. It obscures the landscape that it rests over.

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The Drama Conundrum

I think it’s in the job description of parents to be discouraging when their children decide to do acting as a career. It’s a chance job, and you only get parts if you fit. You have to have a plan B. If you look at Wikipedia (I know, so trustworthy) you can see that lots of actor’s parents originally weren’t for the idea of their child becoming an actor, not because it’s a bad job, but because it’s hard to get into. Once you’re in, you’re in, but the first step of ‘getting in’ is really difficult. Benedict Cumberbatch’s parents are such examples, even though they are both actors themselves.

I don’t disagree with parents, I respect parents to the highest degree. They are the ultimate authority. But I am unsure if I should tell my parents that I am considering acting as part of my career. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not scared of telling them, I’m scared of the ‘You know acting is really hard to get into’ speech I’m going to get. I am pretty good with being told off, I am pretty good at being told to do things, and I am very good at listening, but one thing I cannot stand when it comes to lectures is the ‘I’m telling you something you already know and have thought about thoroughly’ speeches. I know it’s hard to get into, I know there aren’t many opportunities. I have researched. I am also considering pharmacology and criminology juvenile justice as other possible pathways. I have many ways I can go.

I suppose what it comes down to is that my parents really love me and they want to see me do the absolute best that I can, and they want to see me live my life happily. Regardless of of what I do, they will always love me anyway. I think I’ll just choose drama as a subject next year and see what happens. I’ll do the sciences, legal studies and maths as well, and then see how that leads me onto Year 12. Good luck to me!

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Celebrities, Fangirling, Fanfiction and Dreams

Before you read this post, I feel it necessary to remind you that this is my opinion only, and I do not know what celebrities think about this matter, so I am writing from my point of view only.

I have dreams. We all have dreams. I am like any other girl in the world. I am desperate to meet certain celebrities. If you have looked at my Bucket List page, you will notice that the second thing on the list is a wish to meet Martin Freeman, Benedict Cumberbatch or David Tenant. Number nine on the list is a wish to meet Alexander Rybak (a brilliant Norwegian violinist, singer and song writer and winner of Eurovision 2009). These are all dreams that I wish would happen, but I know may not.

I went to Comic Con this year in Australia, expecting to meet Benedict Cumberbatch and to get a photo with him. When I got there, I became scared, because the lines were so long and it was so crowded. In the end I skipped getting a photo with him because I wasn’t sure I would get a chance to because of the short amount of time and giant amount of people. However, the photo opportunities went over time, fitting everyone in. I didn’t get an opportunity because I was misinformed by people. Instead I got a photo with Jewel Staite who I know from the series Firefly. This is the only time I have ever ‘met’ a celebrity, and frankly, it was disappointing. But that’s the thing: We are people who admire certain people, a.k.a fans.

Celebrities see us as people who respect them, like them and admire them. But otherwise, we are normal people. Celebrities are normal people who respect, like and admire other people who we may not ever know exist. We are all people, the only difference is our statuses.

Celebrities may like the fact that they have people who like them, but that doesn’t mean we make any impact in their lives. After I missed that photo opportunity with Benedict Cumberbatch, I thought everything I could to stop myself from feeling upset. In the end, the thought that helped me most was ‘I would have been one in a million people he saw that day. He would not have remembered me, I would have been a passing face, just another random fangirl who passed by’. I have read fanfictions of One Direction (for fun and out of curiosity, not because I like the band), and some of the things I see there are dreams. Girls who meet the band, be it on the streets, at signing sessions or via family ties, and somehow make lasting impressions on certain members. A girl gets an autograph and she meets the eyes of Harry Styles. There is a moment between them, something ‘different’. We are nothing but fans to these celebrities, people they know they have, but do not ‘know’. I know they care about us, but at the same time we mean nothing to them. I respect the fact that fanfiction writers like to put there dreams into writing on the internet, I enjoy fantasy like any other fangirl, but I also and burdened by the logical knowledge that something like that could never ever happen.

Last week I had a dream that upset me very much. I woke up and looked at my ceiling and realised that I was a normal, average girl who isn’t rich, who is going to grow up to be a pharmacologist or something like that, but certainly not a famous actor. I dreamt that I met Alexander Rybak and I got his autograph and that we talked. I woke up and realised that it didn’t happen, and that made me very annoyed indeed.

In the end, I can simply conclude that it doesn’t matter that my favourite celebrities don’t know I exist, it matters only that there are people in the world who care about me and love me, including my mum and dad, my twin brother and my friends who would do anything for me.

However, I will always dream of meeting the celebrities I admire most. Dreams are okay, just don’t let them take over your life. 

Tusen Takk!



Hei blogging world,

I am JMoriarty (not my real name, of course, but the name that I will be writing under). I have created this blog to write about my thoughts, answer questions that you might have, and to practice my journalism (Just so I can say that I’m doing this for a good reason).

I don’t know much about blogging. This is my third attempted blog. I get frustrated and put off when I don’t get views or any comments, so if you are looking at this and reading it, comment I beg you and tell someone in your life about it. I don’t care if you say ‘Hey person, read JMoriarty Inquire, because she says so’ to a random, because it means one more person in the world will know about this blog.

Happy reading, if you choose to continue reading 🙂 

Tusen takk!