My Favourite and Least Favourite Genres to read | [Poll Included]

A few people have been asking me what my favourite genres to read are, so I thought I’d share my favourites and least favourites. So!

Favourites

  • Mystery
  • Psychological Thrillers
  • Fantasy (I love me some fantasy!)
  • Sci-Fi (sometimes..)

Least Favourites

  • Romance (I don’t like anything romantic to be honest.. movies, shows and most certainly not books!)
  • Action and Adventure (only when they try to make the action WAAAAYYY more important than the actual plot)

I’m a pretty straightforward girl but I know I might be missing out on some gems. Let me know of some must-reads in the comments or on Twitter (@KayAyDoubleU) and Instagram (@kerinewint)!


How about you?

If you don’t see your favourite genre below don’t forget to leave a comment telling me which and why. Thanks!

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My favourite places to get books!

As a book blogger and a book-lover, I am always interested in finding

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… books! (if you expected anything else, I’m disappointed and a bit intrigued by what you were thinking). Anyway! I love books and finding new places to get my hands on some – old or new, popular or underrate – is the best feeling ever!

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Right now I have some go-to’s and I thought I’d share them and include my favourite reads/picks from each.

If you love these or know any I should check, comment below or @/DM me on Instagram @kerinewint!

Note:
– These are both local (Kingston, Jamaica) and online stores.
– All links provided to books mentioned lead to Book Depository (Affiliate Link)

I’m gonna start local and work my way to online!

Bookland

Found in New Kingston, Bookland is like a candy store. They have a great mix between popular books and just plain ol’ good picks. One thing I was in awe of was that they had beautiful copies of classics in all their gold-detailed splendour. I got a ton of books from this store including:

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas (See my review)

For One More Day by Mitch Albom (See my review)

Gemsigns by Stephanie Saulter [my current read]


Bookophilia

I think most people in Kingston know about Bookophilia; books, cafe, free wifi – the good stuff y’know? Another great thing they offer is Special Orders where you can request a book and they bring it in for you if they don’t have it in-store. Favourite books?

The Way I Used to Be by Amber Smith (See my review)

Daughter of the Burning City by Amanda Foody [through Special Order]


The Reader’s Book Shop

This store is a used-book store and it isn’t guaranteed that you’ll like anything in here but an interesting pick I got here was:

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House of Women by Lynn Freed (See my review)


BookBub

BookBub

BookBub is a free service that helps millions of readers discover great deals on acclaimed ebooks while providing publishers and authors with a way to drive sales and find new fans. Members receive a personalized daily email alerting them to the best free and deeply discounted titles matching their interests as selected by our editorial team.

Source: https://www.bookbub.com/home/about.php

This is perfect if you’re an e-book fanatic. With daily emails for books in your favourite copies for low prices, your electronic library will be huge before you know it. Some favs:

Earthrise by M.C.A Hogarth (See my review)

Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things by Martina McAtee


And of course!

Book Depository

Book Depository is the world’s leading specialist online bookstore. They offer over 17 million titles, all at unbeatable prices with free delivery worldwide to over 100 countries. As you can imagine, my favourite part is their free int’l shipping. You may know if you watched my updates post or follow me on Instagram, I got my beloved copy of Ready Player One by Ernest Cline from Book Depository and I have a few more on my wishlist I’ll get my hands on.

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Never hesitate to pick up a book. Not only will you find one you can get lost in but you might find more of yourself on the way out.

Happy Reading!


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Can creativity kill you by age 27? [ 27 Club Spiel]

There’s somewhere I envision myself. There’s somewhere we all envision ourselves. There’s a dream, a goal, a life we all want. Whether it’s the fantasies of our childhood or the compromised alternatives to reality we’ve had to settle for instead. We want to create, contribute to, or invent and most of us work our whole lives to get there. But what if, by 27, none of that mattered. When I imagine racing against a clock towards an age I’m so unsure of – and all the years before that I’m unsure of too – I’m not sure I could make something worthy of my life. So how did it feel for the members of the 27 Club? We’ll never know because before they could sing or be sung ‘Happy Birthday’ for their 28th year, they were gone.

 

By now, many have heard of the 27 Club, whether as fans of any of its more notable members (Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Brian Jones) or because of the resurgence in popularity of the death of Amy Winehouse in 2011. If you haven’t heard of the “27 Club” (a.k.a “Club 27” and “Forever 27 Club”), it is a list of popular musicians, artists or actors that have died at age twenty seven, often as a result of drug and alcohol abuse, or violent means such as homicide, suicide, or transportation-related accidents. Within its extensive list of “members”, the majority is comprised of singers and musicians which are the main keynote that has sparked the idea of there possibly being more to these deaths than just mere coincidence.

 

The club is quite the popular phenomenon in the creative industry. Life is going great, you’re essentially in your prime, you’re ahead of a curve that most can’t even find themselves on but tragically life engraves a period to an unfinished sentence of what you had left to give. I first heard about the club from a friend of mine who was obsessed with Kurt Cobain. Unfortunately for him, his obsession spiraled into mimicry and these days I honestly can’t imagine him turning 28 either.


There’s something tempting about being remembered as a legend without living to see it happen. However, most of us are conditioned to expect and crave, praises with ‘likes’, ‘follows’ and ‘retweets’. Our generation wants to see the digital footprint of their life’s work and be appreciated for it.  

These days there’s a wave – and I think it’s appropriate to call it as such – because we are in a generation, in a time where we now have the resources for our voices to be heard, for our crafts to be seen. We’re in a wave of young creative minds, blossoming and giving life to so many new perspectives, visionary inventions to fuel any imagination. In this age, we all at least try to give every little man a stage to stand on but what good is the stage if the lights have to go out. Who wouldn’t be afraid of such a curse that strips their life down to a predetermined end that could never change and have no guarantee of a fulfilled life by then? As with all creatives, there are those tortured souls and those who lean towards self-deprecating muses to fuel their imagination. Is having one life to live an excuse to tire me out? Will I always feel so pressed for time for the things I want to savour? Maybe 27 is not a tragic end but a necessary release.

Many have taken their swings at trying to comprehend and describe this phenomenon, from the club being a satanic pact, numerology and even astrology – claiming that when Saturn returns to the exact position it had once been at the time of your birth (usually between 27-29), it acts as a sort of catalyst for major life changes, possibly good or horrid and that being a tortured, creative soul, battling the stress of fame and drug addictions, propelled caused their deaths by the time planet had made its cycle.

The most intriguing theory, for me, is that these deaths, despite being coincidences, are of a psycho-developmental nature.

 

German-born psychologist Erik Erikson created the eight stages of psychosocial development, which covers age ranges from birth to 65 and older:

 

  • Hope: trust vs. mistrust (0-2 years)
  • Will: autonomy vs. shame and doubt (2-4 years)
  • Purpose: initiative vs. guilt (4-5 years)
  • Competence: industry vs. inferiority (5-12 years)
  • Fidelity: identity vs. role confusion (13-19 years)
  • Love: intimacy vs. isolation (20-39 years)
  • Care: generativity vs. stagnation (40-64 years)
  • Wisdom: ego integrity vs. despair (64 years – death)

 

According to Erikson, the psychosocial crisis of the love stage is intimacy versus isolation, and the basic questions a person in this stage asks himself or herself are “Can I Love?”, “Shall I share my life with someone or live alone?” and “Am I loved or wanted?”

For a person passing through this potentially turbulent, emotional stage who, in this case, has financial access to self-destructive lifestyles and habits, an early death from a drug overdose, alcoholism, accident, reckless living that leads to health issues, suicide, etc., is a possibility.

Creative people, including musicians, singers, artists and even comedians, often hide their dark sides. It is said that it is from their pain and depression that they are able to create beautiful works of art and music and can move an audience to tearful, and awe-inspiring bliss. These artists, as are many of us trying to leave our own unique marks, are trying to answer the question of “Who am I?”. I often ponder “Who am I to this world?”, “Who does the world see in the legacy I leave behind?” I believe we are all constantly trying to establish and maintain several identities including sexual, social and occupational. Thus, Erikson’s theory can explain that those who are unable to successfully answer the questions of identity during this stage may experience feelings of inadequacy and despair, which can eventually lead to depression. I think there are many of us who harbour an inner struggle to identify ourselves.


Amy Winehouse

On 28 August 2009, Winehouse experienced her divorce being finalized, which she never wanted. In 2010, after deciding to quit drugs, she lapsed and found comfort in a bottle instead. Despite being an especially honest person in many ways, she was always shrewd about her inner life. Observing Amy as we have, there was a sense that she might’ve been sick of her career. She had become a prisoner of her image.

Kurt Cobain

Kurt Cobain killed himself. Simple. He always believed he would die at an early age, stating “sometimes you just can’t save someone from themselves” and “in some ways, you kind of prepare yourself emotionally for that to be a reality”. He did it suddenly with self-inflicted violence leaving evidence of his state of mind from the note was found, addressed to his childhood imaginary friend Boddah, saying he had not “felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music, along with really writing […] for too many years now”.


For me, I’m more worried about if I’ll succumb to pressure of creating something great or get lost in the noise of everyone’s opinion of what I should be doing with my life instead. I have many fears and uncertainties about the words I write and the stories, constantly trying to find a place to settle into and feel a sense of belonging. My pen is my greatest weapon and I do sometimes consider it my own demise. Many creatives are now abandoning all “conventional” lifestyles to pave their own way, trying to fulfill a notion that their art is worth pursuing and worth protecting. For some, that is better said than done. For others “any means necessary” is their only hope. Whatever age that takes us to is, I believe, not entirely up to us. We’re cogs in a bigger machine and if we’ve learned anything about how everyday life evolves, we know that many things become obsolete.

 

Whether you think it’s bad timing or fate, Erikson’s theory trumps most theories as it gives a believable, humane perspective that lends itself to understanding the artists and possibly others around us. Our shared trait is our humanity and for many of the personalities in this “27 Club”, there were these types of issues, in addition to their other troubles in life, (as do many of us) making it plausible that people could lose themselves — even their very lives — during what Erikson’s theory considers a crucial, sensitive stage in life.

Why I Type Words for Strangers

I’ve had this blog (once had a tumblr, or maybe I still have it, you’ll never know), I’ve written poetry and stories for the past 3+ years and for some bizarre reason I’ve convinced myself over and over to post these things online. I’m sure you think that’s not weird at all because “Stories should be shared!”, “How else are people gonna see it?”. Well, Mr Naggy McNagNag, there takes a certain amount of balls to release stuff to the world and being okay with anyone who has Internet access to see. But I’m okay with that. Why you ask?

Umm.. gimme a second.

I’m really bad of public speaking

I’ve been told I’m good with a crowd but I don’t think anyone’s ever considered that I just add quips and little comments that I actually say to myself (way too loud) thinking no one’s listening. 2 or 3 people is manageable as the maximum but each added person is a new toxin that just wears me down, slowly killing me. *add any other overdramatic representation that accurately shows my social battery dying repeatedly.*

Spoken words have never been my thing. I’m allergic to it, I think. I start stuttering, sweating and losing my breath. SO, I write words so that I don’t die.

I have a lot I want to say

Obviously.

Being quiet doesn’t mean I have nothing to say. I know speaking can prove to be more relatable – endearing even – but I prefer to mull over words before they leave my head. I’m a text kinda girl; don’t call.

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But this also kinda invalid because I’m bad at texting too *cue nervous laughter*

My thoughts need structure, lengthy explanations and a lot of editing before I’m satisfied and I want at least one person to see my hard work.

I’m okay with people not seeing it

Welllllllllll…. maybe not but I’ve become content with minimal interaction with my work. An audience of 1 or an audience of 100 isn’t the difference I’m tryna make.

 

I have a blog because I want a space to talk about what interests me with little interference. Some people can do Twitter, others can do Youtube but I want more than 140 characters (or 280) and a little less camera time. But still…


WHY STRANGERS?

Mostly because my friends don’t like to read – or at least don’t like to read my shit – and I don’t always care for the opinions of people I already know. What I mean by that is that I’m over wanting to converse with brains I can pick at any time. I want to see new perspectives. I just want to present and observe new ideas that bring new inspiration.

 

Plus I don’t have to leave my house

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You and Your Condescending Advice

Everyone loves advice. No. Seriously. People love “admitting” how great they are at giving it while others want everyone to know how they’re mature enough to not only ask for it but then actually put it to good use. See?

Now, you either thought of yourself as one of these or you instantly knew someone that’s just like that.

*sidenote* I will admit, there was a taaaaaaddddd bit (54%) sarcasm in that opener BUT I have a good reason. Maybe. Let’s see how this goes first.

Advice

A suggestion (keyword #1) or recommendation (keyword #2) offered to someone in regards to an action they should take. Simple enough.

(a.k.a no one's forcing you to give, honey)

The realm of advice includes:

1. Some need the advice, whether they want it or not. It’s genuinely for their well-being.
2. Some want advice but it has to be what THEY want to hear. Usually those people kind of hint at the answer they’re looking for.
3. Some think they want advice but they aren’t actually able to handle blunt honesty when they get it.
4. Some think all advice doesn’t apply to them because they know what they’re doing. How’s that working out for you sweetie?
5. Then some don’t take advice because they’re too busy giving it out at such a rate that makes you wonder who they’re even talking to? No. Seriously. Who are you even talking to?

The list goes on.. And on.

What does your advice sound like? What do you think people would say if asked to describe it? As for me, I’m not entirely sure. One thing I know is that I give a lot of unsolicited advice under the guise of “In my opinion”. It’s something I’ve been trying to stop doing over the past few years. [I’ll admit I still do it to my sister sometimes. Sorry, Kimmy Cub]. Nonetheless, it’s a bad habit, in my opinion (THERE IT IS). Okay, okay, maybe not necessarily bad especially if you have good intentions but in most instances people want you to shut the hell up. Hush.

Advice is great. I’m reaaallly not trying to imply otherwise but like with other things, it’s not what you say, its how you say it.


The type of advice, advice-givers, and advice-getters is one thing but what about the advice itself? Whether or not its laced with your good intentions, you (and I) may just be offending people. How?

You Assume You Know Everything

You keep assuming that you know way more than the person you’re advising, which is true in that instance because, y’know, they don’t know… hence the advice. ANYWAY! Even with that being the case, nobody likes a “know-it-all” even if you do know it all because you’ll often appear to be looking down on the person when you’re explaining especially when you keep stopping to define things that the person didn’t ask you to clarify.

When You Compare That Person To Yourself

You know how you hate when your mom compares to Jenny – or Johnny – especially when you know not everything she thinks about them is true? Yeah, you’re probably doing that too.  You’re basing your assumption without considering who the person is and their situation. Don’t just assume you can say anything just because you can’t relate. Either take the time to fully understand or don’t try.

When You Mostly Hear Your Own Voice

There’s something wrong if you’re doing TOO much of the talking. Simple. Give the person a chance to vent. Listen, attentively. Just don’t talk the person’s ears off with a bunch of mumbo-jumbo that doesn’t even concern them. Take a breath, would you?

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I don’t give out advice for the sheer peace of mind it gives me and when I get advice, I just listen and move on. I’m just trying to live simply, tbh.

The most important thing is: people don’t owe you anything. Not a single thing! Just because you take the time to give someone advice does not mean they’re obligated to use it and it does not mean that they owe you any gratitude or anything in return. They have no real reason to use it. The same goes for giving advice. If you don’t think you have any advice to give or just don’t want to give any (for whatever reason), then don’t. Harsh, I know.

 


Advice is a gift; and not every occasion needs one.

Self-Love September & Beyond

There’s something we all have in common, other than our actual humanity, of course. No one is ever satisfied, not completely. “If I wore this, I would’ve looked more attractive”, “If I had that I would be happier”, “If I wasn’t like this, more people would like me”. Even if it is the smallest detail, there’s something we want to be different. Now, don’t feel overwhelmed. I’m not gonna give some grand advice that’s gonna fix everything.

Sorry…

However, what I’m talking about is the power of positive self-perception and for that, I have a suggestion. Or rather here’s what I do, in a nutshell, if you’re curious.

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*unicorns puking rainbows and fairies farting  confetti*

Now before you roll your eyes at the very cliche response (rude!), let me tell you about how I started to view myself and the journey to becoming aware of how to love myself.

[long story short; hella hella short]
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I didn’t really understand “attractiveness” until I was in high school – an all-girls’ school too – and realized I was the DUFF. I really dislike that word btw. Anyway, I thought nothing would ever change so I didn’t give it that much attention and then I went to university and I started getting a new kind of attention.
THE END

Okay, okay. I’m really going somewhere with this – I think?


Here’s one thing: I always loved my legs, all my life – and my shoulders, and my boobs, and.. that’s it. Everything needed fixing or hiding as I was considered (which is mega fucked up). When I got to university I started wearing shorts, A LOT, hence the newfound attention I was getting.

*sidenote* I wasn't TRYING to get attention but I just really loved 
how my legs look and I live in Jamaica. It's hot, okay?

I say all of this to say that I got into the habit of forcing self-love down my own throat (not weird at all, right?). Every once in a while I’d take a photo of myself, exactly how I wanted, disregarding what anyone else might’ve wanted to see. My Instagram (private acc.) is hella proof of this:

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“Love this version of yourself so that whatever new version you decide to become can focus on just being”. It’s one of the few things I drill into my head. Even my habit tracker in my bullet journal is not just for ole fashioned good habits but for ones that I can get addicted to, thus being proud of myself each time I do it. One thing I decided to do, totally by myself (I thought it would sound stupid to explain it to my friends), was Self-Love September. Now, this isn’t new at all. I actually saw this on a mom blog once (hahaha-don’taskmehowIgotthere- hahaha). It’s just a nice pick-me-up to just enjoy by myself and for myself. I, as well as you, should be allowed to acknowledge who we are at face value and present it how we please – or at least how we want to be acknowledged. September is just a month. Obviously. September will come to an end. Obviously, again (I just loooove stating facts, lol).

But in all honesty, there’s still beyond. Beyond this month, beyond this year, beyond the next hour. We won’t feel 100% every day but we shouldn’t plummet to 0% either.


Why shouldn’t a self-love not last beyond a fleeting moment? Why can’t we allow ourselves to feel this way all the time? 

Fact: It should. We can.

 

Creating a personal aesthetic | Am I doing it right?

aesthetic

noun | aes·thet·ic  \ es-ˈthe-tik, is-, British usually ēs- \
Definition:

a set of principles underlying the work of a particular artist or artistic movement.


What do you think your aesthetic is? What qualities or consistencies create your unique style? I ask myself this question, a million times and I think I know what it is – I think. There are millions of sites and articles with tips and tricks on how to secure your signature on and offline.

Now.. I could go on and on about these tips I see online and talk about it in the strictest sense, saying stuff like:

  • Have a set colour scheme – or at least a go-to filter,
  • Know your “brand” (I’m so tired of these articles, I get more confused than clarity),
  • Determine your target market,
  • Add a logo or watermark,
  • Stick to one type of content,
  • Post consistently,
  • Etc, etc,etc.

All that advice is great and all but sometimes I just want to post something I’m really interested but the weirdo in me wants it to look cool as fuck too. But then I think about if my offline persona has anything to do with it. I do dress however I feel but still, try to look somewhat put together (I don’t want my mother to feel embarrassed of me, y’know?.. ha, ha.). That begs the question: Should my offline and online persona match? Personally, I don’t think I know how to do that. I don’t have any favouritecolours, styles, types of music or even cereal (jk, Froot Loops all thawaaaaayyy).

But seriously, I’d love to leave a “good impression” and have a strong “presence” and I do, sometimes, put a lot of effort into it but I don’t think a have a “thing” – y’know, my own “thing”; a “me-thing”. I like what I like and I really thought that would be enough.

Despite my lack of understanding as far how my angle works, there are so many benefits to doing these things (i.e. the aforementioned list), and a lot of what I’ve been working on so far has given me some semblance of seeming like I know what I’m doing.

To be perfectly honest, I just want to read books and feel pretty from time to time whilst engaging with people who have similar interest and want to connect. I just want to share and converse; share and converse without the hassle of synchronizing a spectrum of purples or remembering to use the same filter every time. This isn’t to say that you should get sloppy if you have a brand or have a niche market, but I think one can experience authenticity and relatability in appreciating a somewhat haphazard human timeline that is more the person than the editing.

With that being said, I do think I’m doing this all wrong. There is an “image” I ‘d like to create for myself as an author, lover of books and a creative who always has fresh ideas but just like this post my brain is chaotic and can never think in a straight line. I also think I’m doing it well enough to focus on the content that’s beyond this wrapping.

Needless to say, my aesthetic has a lot of missing puzzle pieces that aren’t ready to be found yet.


What about you? What works for you? What do you think people see that separates you from everyone else?

 

 

 

My book’s first ever review by Drew-Kiercey Whittaker

This review was given from the first time I gave away Epiphany and I really appreciated the insight and advice, so I thought I should share it.

I love how honest it is and I realized that I never got around to posting it. The tips are things I try to be mindful of and use throughout my new pieces.

Whether it is a fellow writer or friend, it never hurts to get a second opinion.

I hope you guys enjoy, especially those of you who’ve already read the book.


Short Review of Epiphany by Drew-Kiercey Whittaker