Before I Go To Sleep by SJ Watson

The Blurb:
Memories define us. So what if you lost yours every time you went to sleep?

My Thoughts:
I was looking forward to reading this a while now. But my 'books-to-read' list got longer and longer, and this epic piece had to wait.
But on my last stop at the bookstore I simply had to pick it up and start reading. The bestie had read it already and praised it to the skies.

Christine wakes up not knowing who the man in the bed next to her is. Actually, she doesn't even know who's bed she has slept in.
Everyday, Christine discovers that she is not the twenty-something year old woman she thought she was when she had opened her eyes, and has to be told what happened to her all over again. But whenever she closes her eyes and goes to sleep at night, the memories and everything she has learned that day disappear.
Her new doctor, Dr. Nash, suggests that Christine should start a journal. So she starts to write down everything she experiences and the seldom memories that come back to her. But as Christine starts to remember and uncover the lies she's been told by her husband, she must also begin to face the crule reality about what and who had caused her condition.

I have loved this book and couldn't put it down all the more, as the secrets got revealed. Twisting and turning, it will keep you on the edge of your seat. I have found myself trying so hard to figure out what had happened to Christine, but were taken by surpise when she uncovered the truth. A fabulous book!

Four sexy beasts and a beautiful city

Okay, someone please give me a time machine so I can go back to the weekend. Because it has been perfect!

I got last Thursday off so I had plenty of time to pack my bags - but I didn't. I've spent all day being lazy and looking forward to leaving this country. Thursday evening was spent throwing around clothes and shoes, trying to find something I could take to London. Clever, organized me.

And then, finally, Friday - off to beautiful London! With packed bags and full of excitement I went over to the bestie. To the airport, on the plane, here we go.
I love flying. It's amazing. Wooop.
We had to travle across London to get from Gatwick to our hotel, so we got there pretty late and were pretty exhausted. After a mini heartattack when the front desk ladie told us our rooms were not paid yet, which we were able to sort out, we went up to floor number 2 and I spent the rest of the night enjoying british TV. (This seems to happen to us every time we want to check into a hotel in London...)

When I woke up on Saturday I coudn't believe I was going to see my favourite band in less than 12 hours. Exciteeeed! We took the tube to Hammersmith, got some food and then headed to the Apollo. Then we waited. And waited. And waited. Six hours of waiting in the cold, sitting on the ground, trying to believe that I was about to see McFly live.

Honestly, I couldn't wait for the two supporting acts to finish and then it happened. YMCA. Just a few more seconds...
I can't describe how I felt when the boys came on stage. Amazing! They played three new songs and now I can't wait for the new album. It's gonna be incredible, I tell you. And yes - Tom Fletcher is perfection.
It was a sweaty, beautiful, hot, crowded night and my body was still hurting three days after. I loved it.

On Sunday we went into London. I have met some pretty amazing people, who I will tell you more about in another post.
London is wonderful. Although it was raining and freezing cold I fell in love with this beautiful, expensive, lovely, busy city all over again. Is it weird that big cities make me happy?

Can't wait to see you again, London.