The Audiobook Review
Are We Overcompensating As Parents?
What The Playground Made Me Rethink
- Small risks
- Mistakes
- Discomfort
- Learning where their own limits are
So I went into Alchemised with no prior background of the book that was popular amongst Dramione fans. I picked this book up mostly because of the hype I kept seeing on BookTok and, well, simply because I'm a Harry Potter fan.
I was also curious after reading about the author, SenLinYu. Manacled was so popular that she received offers to publish Manacled as a book, which was then reproduced as Alchemised to avoid copyright issues with the Harry Potter franchise, and even received a movie deal shortly after.
When a book gets offers left, right, and centre like that, you start thinking... okay, this must be good, right?
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| Helena Morino - Official artwork from Avendell |
The central character is Helena Morino, a healer who tends to wounded Resistance soldiers. This book carries heavy themes around war, power, blind religious loyalty, female status in society and how narratives can be manipulated to serve those in control.
But beneath all that?
It's also a deeply intense love story between a spy and his handler. Two lonely people who fell in love during the war.
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| Kaine Ferron - Official artwork by Avendell |
"They thought the war was being won because her proposal for necromancy had been so sharply reprimanded that the resistance passed some final spiritual test, and all the success of the last year was a reward for it."
"How different it could have been if the international community had decided to put even a negligible amount of effort into caring sooner."
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| Luc's death - Official artwork by Avendell |
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| Kaine and Helena - Official artwork by Avendell |
"They were the inverse and counter to each other. A healer and a killer, circling slowly, the push and pull inexorable."
Kaine's love is quiet, protective, and possessive.
"You're mine. I'll always come for you.""I'm going to take care of you. I swear, Helena. I'm always going to take care of you.""If you die, Helena... I'm done. I won't continue this. I'm tired."
We always talk about books being turned into movies or TV shows.
But what about the other way around?
When a screen version is so good that you suddenly find yourself at the bookstore getting the same book with the movie or screen tie-in version on the cover.
This has happened to me. More than once.
I started The Expanse thinking, “Cool, space adventure.”
What I got instead?
• Political drama so tense it could give Succession a run for its money.
• Characters I still think about.
• And Christian Avasarala — the queen of sharp comebacks and sharper outfits. I absolutely love her and her foul mouth.
The TV series was already brilliant, but the books?
Oh, the books. More world-building. More scheming. More Avasarala swearing like only she can.
It’s one of the rare shows that stayed close to its source material and still made me want more. I’m in no rush to finish either. I’m currently on Book 6 (Babylon’s Ashes), taking my time to savour every scene.
On the opposite end of the galaxy, we have the After series.
It’s corny. It’s predictable. I knew the plot after five minutes.
And yet? I couldn’t stop watching.
Hero Fiennes Tiffin and Josephine Langford played the leads so well it should be illegal. It’s the classic trope: bad boy falls for good girl, drama happens, they find their way back to each other.
Sometimes you just need your romance tropes served with extra cheese.
Then there’s The Flash. I didn’t expect the CW version to send me to the comic book aisle — but it did.
I’ve read a couple of the comics (though I’ve fallen behind), but in my mind, Grant Gustin will always be my Flash. I loved the cast, the humour, and the storylines (well, most seasons anyway).
Now, I can’t read Barry Allen on the page without picturing Gustin in that suit.
Right now, I am a 50-year-old teenager.
I’m watching The Summer I Turned Pretty, rooting for Team Conrad like it’s a matter of national security, and reading the first book at the same time.
It’s all first-love nostalgia, bittersweet moments, and perfect summer vibes. Also, the TSITP Penguin book cover? Gorgeous.
PS: I asked my Facebook book club this same question, and wow — people delivered.
Some titles I now want to check out: Bleak House, The Beach, The Caves of Steel, and The White Robot.
Sometimes adaptations disappoint.
Sometimes they make you ask, “Why did they even bother?”
But sometimes — just sometimes — they’re so good, you have to experience the story all over again.
In print.
And sometimes… even in an audiobook version too.
So… what about you?
What book did you pick up because the screen version hooked you first?
I just stumbled across a headline that made me stop mid-scroll:
A Walk to Remember is getting a remake.
Excuse me, what?
This movie came out in 2002. That’s just 23 years ago—not exactly ancient history. And yet, here we are, in 2025, with news confirming they’re bringing it back.
I even read somewhere that they were considering Olivia Rodrigo for the lead.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Olivia Rodrigo, but let me be clear:
A Walk to Remember does not need a remake.
I was curious if maybe, just maybe, the movie really did need a refresh.
So I decided to rewatch it.
I figured this would also be the perfect time to “introduce” my daughter to A Walk to Remember. She fell asleep halfway through. And suddenly there I was—sobbing alone on the couch while she snored like a baby.
Proof it still hits just as hard as it did 20+ years ago.
Honestly?
It might hit even harder now, because I understand the weight of it more as an adult.
They were Jamie and Landon.
Mandy brought genuine sweetness and quiet strength to Jamie, while Shane nailed that mix of teenage rebellion and vulnerability that made Landon’s transformation believable. Also—anyone else love his smile in this? He had the bad boy strut and smirk down to an art.
The soundtrack? Loved it.
The dialogue? Corny, but in exactly the right way.
The story? Still rips your heart out in the best way.
It came out in that sweet spot of early-2000s teen romance before social media, before dating apps, before every character had a phone glued to their hand. It had space to breathe, and that’s part of what made it magic.
You can’t just throw two attractive Gen-Z actors together and hope it works the same way.
When did Hollywood decide the answer to everything was a reboot?
They tried Cruel Intentions— hard no from me.
They rebooted Footloose— I didn’t even bother.
At this rate, what’s next? Notting Hill starring TikTok influencers?
Maybe remakes are “safe” because they come with a built-in audience.
But A Walk to Remember was one of those rare, perfect moments where every piece just fit.
Sure, the themes of love, loss, and personal growth are timeless.
But the execution of the original is so tied to its time and place that updating it risks stripping away what made it special.
Then remake something that had potential but didn’t quite stick the landing.
Like Twilight.
Yes, I enjoyed the books. Yes, I watched all the movies. But let’s be honest: the execution was… uneven. Imagine it with sharper writing, better casting, and a director who really understood the tone.
I can understand why Hollywood is looking to remake this movie.
Part of what makes A Walk to Remember unforgettable is its sincerity. It’s not trying to be edgy or self-aware — it’s a simple, heartfelt love story about two people who change each other in the best way.
It’s a story that trusts quiet moments. It lets you feel the awkwardness, the hope, and the heartbreak without rushing to the next big twist. That’s rare now.
It reminds you of a time when romance on screen could be earnest without apology and maybe that’s why it’s still lodged in so many of our hearts two decades later.
Some movies deserve to be left alone.
A Walk to Remember is one of them.
It wasn't perfect. The storyline could have flowed better. But it does not need a remake.
It exists perfectly in its own time: beautiful, heartbreaking, and unforgettable. It doesn’t need updating, rebooting, or reimagining.
Maybe there should be a rule:
Only remake movies if they’re at least 50 years old and the entire original cast is no longer with us. (Too dark? Maybe. But effective.)
Until then, Hollywood, please stop fixing things that aren’t broken.
There are so many original stories waiting to be told. Go make those.
“If you could meet one person from the past, who would it be?”
It’s one of those light questions meant to pass the time at a networking event, just small talk to keep the energy moving.
But when someone tossed it out casually across the table, I found myself… stumped.
Some people had ready answers:
— A beloved grandparent.
— A revolutionary leader.
— A favorite author who left us too soon.
Me? I blanked.
Not because I didn’t have anyone in mind, but because I’d never really sat with the question before.
Later that evening, though, it lingered. And the longer I thought about it, the clearer my answer became.
David Bowie.
Of course.
Not just because of the music—though Let’s Dance and Under Pressure will forever live on my playlist.
But because of who he was beyond the music.
There was always something about Bowie that felt a little otherworldly—but also incredibly grounded.
He came across as a quiet genius.
🎧 In interviews, he was never loud. He didn’t need to be. There was a stillness to him—a self-assured curiosity that made him the most interesting person in the room without ever raising his voice.
📚 He was a voracious reader. Did you know he once shared his top 100 books? It’s still one of my favorite corners of the internet. He reportedly carried books with him everywhere—on tour, in transit, in those quiet in-between spaces.
🎭 And then there was the reinvention.
Ziggy Stardust.
The Thin White Duke.
The elder statesman of cool.
Bowie shape-shifted through decades of culture without ever chasing relevance.
In a world obsessed with being louder and doing more, he showed us what quiet evolution looks like.
I’ve always admired that kind of transformation—the kind that doesn’t announce itself but leaves a mark anyway.
And then there’s his relationship with Iman.
Graceful. Grounded. Built on mutual admiration.
I’ve admired Iman for years—so much so that I named my daughter after her.
So what would I ask Bowie if I had the chance to meet him?
Not about fame.
Not even about music.
I’d ask:
“Can I spend a day in your personal library and just talk books with you?”
Because I truly believe that what we read reveals more than what we say.
And behind all the personas and glitter and genius, I suspect I’d find David Jones—the deeply curious mind behind it all.
I own four e-readers.
A Kindle, two Kobos, and a Boox Palma—each with its own perks. Yes, I know. I'm flexing a little. 😅
But here’s the truth: as efficient as e-readers are, sometimes nothing compares to the quiet, unexpected magic of reading a real, physical book.
And a few weeks ago, I was reminded just how true that is.
I was at the hospital for a routine follow-up, already bracing for a long wait.Normally, I’d bring my Kindle. But that day, I grabbed the book I was reading at the time, Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas—a chunky fantasy novel in paperback that had been sitting on my shelf for years.
While flipping through the pages, I noticed one of the staff members stealing glances at the cover. She looked intrigued, but didn’t say anything until later, by pure coincidence, when she ended up processing my payment.
As she keyed in my bill, she asked quietly, “Are you enjoying Throne of Glass?”
She was a fellow fantasy fan. Had seen Sarah J. Maas’s books around but hadn’t picked one up yet. That one question turned into a five-minute chat about favorite series, strong female leads, and book recs.
(Naturally, I told her to start with A Court of Thorns and Roses. I mean c'mon, you gotta read this series if you haven't people.)
Two strangers, connected through the story in my hands.
This isn’t a rare event. It’s happened so many times, in the most ordinary places:
💅 Nail salons
🛫 Airport lounges
🏥 Waiting rooms
Every time, someone sees the cover of a book I’m reading and says:
“Oh, I’ve read that!” or “I’ve been meaning to start this. Is it any good?”
And I tend to do the same when I see a fellow book reader with an interesting book.
These small, spontaneous connections? They don’t happen with e-readers.
With a Kindle or Kobo, no one knows what you’re reading. It could be a Pulitzer Prize winner or a spicy dark romance, you’re basically holding a black mirror of mystery.
(Although... I do read my spicy dark romances on my e-reader specifically so I don't get judged in public. 😂 We all have our tricks.)
But here the deal:
✨ E-readers are convenient and great for privacy.
📚 Physical books are great for connection.
Reading a physical book in public is like quietly wearing your heart—or your reading taste—on your sleeve.
You’re giving the world a glimpse into your inner world. And sometimes, that glimpse is enough to spark a conversation, an exchange, even a brief sense of community with someone you’ve never met.
Sure, there’s a little vulnerability there.
You might get judged for your book choice. But more often than not, you’ll find someone who lights up and says, “I love that book,” or “I’ve been meaning to read that too.”
And suddenly, the book becomes more than a story. It becomes a bridge.
Look, I’m not giving up on e-readers. They’re brilliant for travel, midnight reading, and saving space (and money) in the long run. I love mine. All four of them.But that small hospital moment reminded me why physical books still matter.
Because sometimes, the best stories don’t just live on the page.
They begin when someone notices the story you're holding in your hands.