seize the day | guest post by jennoelle

Sometimes you have to get up at 5am in order to catch the scrumptious early morning golden hour light during dawn.
Sometimes you have to pull over your car in the middle of driving down your road to seize a photo opportunity.

Sometimes life has absolutely nothing to do with photography, but it seems to me that the same principle applies.  Because sometimes we have to go through things that are unpleasant, inconvenient, annoying at the time.  But oftentimes, whether we realize it or not, it's for something much more amazing.  There'a s a grander purpose, something better is coming.  It's not always easy to see.  Oh, don't I know that.  But that doesn't mean it isn't worth it.

So press on.  Seize the day.

I'm the girl who loves to make people laugh, who overthinks things too much, who dreams with her eyes wide open.  Books are my best friend; musicals are even better.  I love this life God has given me--I'm learning to love it more each day--and I chronicle such things over at Unoriginal Originality.  I'm Jennoelle.  But you can call me Jenn.


Last Night I Dreamt I went to Manderley again.

     And so begins a fabulous book. I just finished reading this "tale of suspense" that I only just discovered in the past year. The book Rebecca is intriguing as it weaves a tale of tyranny, false pretenses and mystery, all seen through the eyes of the nameless narrator. She has a unique name that is hard to spell, but her name is never revealed. She is simply referred to as Mrs. de Winter.  I love the writing, I love the captivating story. Rebecca is a shadow, Rebecca is gone, through the whole book, but the story revolves around her as if she is still alive, peering over the shoulder of those living in Manderley and putting a touch of herself in pieces and people around the house.

If you are interested in reading this fabulous book (which you definitely should) then don't read any further....I am about to type out the last paragraph of the book just because it is so simply wonderful.

"He drove faster, much faster. We topped the hill before us and saw Lanyon lying in a hollow at our feet. There to the left of us was the silver streak of the river, widening to the estuary at Kerrith six miles away. The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea."

You can get a sense of the way that Daphne Du Maurier  writes. It's pure amazingness.

As long as I am making this a book review of sorts, I would like to warn that there is a bit of foul language in this book, including misuse of Jesus' name in one part by an unfavorable character, which still really irked me. I couldn't believe I was reading it. But apart from that I would really recommend this book as an amazing read.

I'm not sure what I would classify the reading style as, in depth. It was lighter than Jane Eyre, I thought, which for me compared (in depth) to that of Jane Austen's novels. I had originally said that this was just as easy reading as one of L.M. Montgomery's books, but I think it is a little tougher than that. But I think you get the general idea of "deepness". :)

Oh, and go watch the movie too (the 1940 version with Laurence Olivier and Joan Fontaine). I saw the movie before reading this, and I really liked it, but while reading the book I honestly felt like I was discovering the story for the first time. And then of course there are some changes in the movie from the book (one of which is slightly major).


Catching Up

Hello everyone!
I realize that I haven't posted for a few weeks now. I'll admit that although I was actually out of state for the first week, the others I just didn't feel like posting. Is that awfully mean of me to say? It's not that I don't appreciate you guys (goodness knows I do!) but I just wasn't very inspired. 
The truth is, although I have a blog and have written two (non-, and never will be-, published) books, I honestly don't consider myself to be a writer. The thoughts and feelings that are in my head are all jumbled and twisted together like a tangled piece of string, and I can never figure out how to unwind it.

My mission trip was wonderful and incredibly hard at the same time. a BIG thank you to Nela for guest posting while I was away. She wrote a wonderful post that you can read here

So, as a little treat since I haven't posted in so long, I made you a little short film from when my family and I went to New Jersey this past June. Enjoy!