Valentine’s Day is supposed to be all about love, flowers, and heart-shaped everything. But let’s face it: the idea of watching a rom-com where everything works out perfectly can be terrifying—especially if you’re single or your idea of romance involves binge-watching horror movies. Fear not! This year, you can embrace the true spirit of Valentine’s Day by watching some horror movies that will remind you that love is actually scary. Grab your popcorn (or maybe a bottle of wine, because you’re gonna need it), and let’s dive into these lovely horror flicks:
“My Bloody Valentine” (1981 or 2009)
Okay, let’s be real: nothing says romance like a masked killer in a mining town and a bloody Valentine’s Day massacre. But hey, at least it’s not you being murdered… yet. Whether you watch the original 1981 version (which is delightfully cheesy) or the 2009 remake (which has a bit more modern gore), you’ll get to experience the thrill of someone really taking the whole “killing your ex” idea a little too far. If you’re single, it’s nice to know someone out there has way worse relationship problems than you.
Pro Tip: Try not to scream too loudly. The neighbors might think you’re actually in trouble. Or they’ll just think you have a strange romantic interest in pickaxes.
“The Bride of Frankenstein” (1935)
Let’s take it back to the classics, shall we? “The Bride of Frankenstein” is everything a Valentine’s horror movie should be: mad science, stitched-up lovers, and a strong female lead with questionable relationship choices. Watching Frankenstein’s monster try and fail at romance is a nice reminder that relationships can be a bit of a monster. But it’s okay—sometimes love just needs a little stitching up.
Pro Tip: If you’re feeling particularly romantic, you can dress up like a mad scientist and start your own “romantic experiments.” Who knows? Maybe you’ll create the perfect Valentine. Or, you know, accidentally summon a horrifying monster. Either way, it’s a fun night.
“Teeth” (2007)
Nothing says “I love you” like the horrifying concept of vagina dentata. This psychological horror-comedy about a girl who discovers that her body has a terrifyingly deadly secret is perfect for anyone who wants a Valentine’s Day movie that’s both awkward and extremely unsettling. If you’re having trouble finding love, don’t worry—at least you won’t have to worry about that kind of surprise on your date.
Pro Tip: Watching this movie on Valentine’s Day will either make you want to run for the hills or vow to never go on a first date again. Either way, you’re in for a wild ride.
So, whether you’re curled up on the couch alone or snuggling with your non-horrifying partner, these movies will remind you that love isn’t always roses and chocolates—sometimes it’s body parts, strange creatures, and a lot of uncomfortable situations. So this Valentine’s Day, embrace the horror of it all… after all, what’s scarier than being alone on February 14th?
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Black History Month is a time to honor the achievements, contributions, and history of African Americans. One of the best ways to engage with this important month is through film—movies can educate, inspire, and bring history to life in a way that is both emotional and impactful. Here are three must-watch films to add to your list for Black History Month:
Selma (2014)
A poignant retelling of the 1965 Selma to Montgomery voting rights marches, Selma focuses on the courage and leadership of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Directed by Ava DuVernay, the film highlights the pivotal moments of the Civil Rights Movement and the personal and political struggles faced by Dr. King and his allies. It is a powerful look at the fight for voting rights and the determination it took to create lasting change. The performance of David Oyelowo as Dr. King is nothing short of extraordinary, bringing a sense of dignity and humanity to a monumental figure in history.
12 Years a Slave (2013)
12 Years a Slave is based on the incredible true story of Solomon Northup, a free Black man from New York who was kidnapped and sold into slavery in the South. Directed by Steve McQueen, this film sheds light on the brutal realities of slavery in America, offering an unflinching portrayal of the horrors that so many endured. With a gripping and heart-wrenching narrative, the film provides insight into the personal toll of systemic racism and the survival of the human spirit. Chiwetel Ejiofor’s performance as Solomon Northup is deeply moving, and the film won three Academy Awards, including Best Picture.
Hidden Figures (2016)
Hidden Figures tells the inspiring true story of three African American women—Katherine Johnson, Dorothy Vaughan, and Mary Jackson—who worked as mathematicians and engineers at NASA during the early days of the Space Race. Despite facing racial and gender barriers, these brilliant women played key roles in the success of the United States’ space program. Directed by Theodore Melfi, the film showcases their determination, intellect, and resilience. The cast, including Taraji P. Henson, Octavia Spencer, and Janelle Monáe, delivers performances that are both uplifting and empowering.
Conclusion
These films serve as a reminder of the strength, resilience, and contributions of African Americans throughout history. Each film offers a different perspective—whether it’s the fight for voting rights, the horror of slavery, or the unsung heroes of science and technology—showing that Black history is not only about struggle but also about triumph, perseverance, and immense achievements. Watching these films during Black History Month is a powerful way to reflect on the past and honor those who have paved the way for a more just and equal future.
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Helaine stumbled forward, unable to see through the black void that surrounded her. She could feel the shoulders of the others jostling on either side. The smell of unwashed bodies rose, mingling with Helaine’s own. Her hand brushed against a rough wall, scraping her knuckles. Someone ahead tripped and yelped.
Hours earlier, when Helaine had been brought from her underground cell at the police station into the adjacent holding area, she was surprised to see other women waiting. She had not encountered anyone since her arrest. She had studied the women, who looked to be from all walks of life, trying to discern some commonality among their varied ages and classes that had caused them to be here. There was only one: they were Jews. The yellow star they wore, whether soiled and crudely sewn onto a worn, secondhand dress or pressed crisply against the latest Parisian finery, was identical—and it made them all the same.
They had stood in the bare holding area, not daring to speak. Helaine was certain that her arrest had been some sort of mis take. She had done nothing wrong. They had to free her. But even as she thought this, she knew that the old world of being a French citizen with rights was long gone.
An hour passed, then two. There was nowhere to sit, and a few people dropped to the floor. An elderly woman dozed against the wall, mouth agape. But for the slight rise and fall of her chest, she might have been dead. Hunger gnawed at Helaine and she wished that she still had the baked goods she purchased at the market just before she was taken. The meager breads, which had seemed so pathetic days earlier, now would have been a feast. But her belongings had been confiscated at arrest.
Helaine looked upward through the thin slit of window near the ceiling. They were still in Paris. The sour smell from the city street and the sounds of cars and footsteps despite the curfew were familiar, if not comforting. How long they would stay here, she did not know. Helaine was torn. She did not want to remain in this empty room forever. Yet she also dreaded leaving, for wherever they were going would surely be worse.
Finally, the door had opened. “Sortir!” a voice ordered them out in native French, reminding Helaine that the policemen, who had brought them here and who were keeping them captive, were not Germans, but their own people.
Helaine had filed into the dimly lit corridor with the others. They exited the police station and stepped outside onto the pavement. At the sight of the familiar buildings and the street leading away from the station, Helaine momentarily considered fleeing. She had no idea, though, where she would go. She imagined running to her childhood home, debated whether her estranged mother would take her in or turn her away. But the women were heavily guarded and there was no real possibility of escape. Instead, Helaine breathed the fresh air in great gulps, sensing that she might not be in the open again for quite some time.
The women were herded up a ramp toward an awaiting truck. Helaine recoiled. They were being placed in the back part of the vehicle where goods should have been carried, not people. Helaine wanted to protest but did not dare. Smells of stale grain and rotting meat, the truck’s previous cargo, assaulted her nose, mixing with her own stench in the warm air. It had been three days since she had bathed or changed and her dress was wrinkled and filthy, her once-luminous black curls dull and matted against her head.
When the women were all inside the truck, the back hatch shut with an ominous click. “Where are they taking us?” someone whispered. Silence. No one knew and they were all too afraid to venture a guess. They had heard the stories of the trains headed east to awful places from which no one ever returned. Helaine wondered how long the journey would be.
As they bumped along the Paris streets, Helaine’s bones, already sore from sleeping on the hard prison cell floor, cried out in pain. Her mouth was dry and her stomach empty. She wanted water and a meal, a hot bath. She wanted home.
If home was a place that even existed anymore. Helaine’s husband, Gabriel, was missing in Germany, his fate unknown. She had scarcely spoken with her parents since before the war. And Helaine herself had been taken without notice. Nobody knew that she had been arrested or had any idea where she had gone. It was as if she simply no longer existed.
To distract herself, Helaine tried to picture the route they were taking outside the windowless truck, down the boulevards she had just days earlier walked freely, past the cafés and shops. The familiar locations should have been some small comfort. But this might well be the last time she ever came this way, Helaine realized, and the thought only worsened her despair.
Several minutes later, the truck stopped with a screech. They were at a train station, Helaine guessed. The back hatch to the truck opened and the women peered out into pitch blackness. “Raus!” a voice commanded. That they were under the watch of Germans now seemed to confirm Helaine’s worst fears about where they were headed. “Schnell!” Someone let out a cry, a mix of the anguish and uncertainty they all felt.
The women clambered from the truck and Helaine stumbled, banging her knee and yelping. “Quiet,” a woman’s voice beside her cautioned fearfully. A hand reached out and helped her down the ramp with an unexpectedly gentle touch.
Outside the truck it was the tiniest bit lighter, and Helaine was just able to make out some sort of loading dock. The group moved forward into a large building.
Now Helaine found herself in complete darkness once more. This was how she had come to be in an unfamiliar building, shuffling forward blindly with a group of women she did not know, uncertain of where they were going or the fate that might befall them. She could see nothing, only feel the fear and confusion in the air around her. They seemed to be in some sort of corridor, pressed even more closely together than they had been. Helaine put her hand on the shoulder of the woman in front of her, trying hard not to fall again.
They were herded roughly through a doorway, into a room that was also unlit. No one moved or spoke. Helaine had heard rumors of mass executions, groups of people gassed or simply shot. The Germans might do that to them now. Her skin prickled. She thought of those she loved most, Gabriel and, despite everything that had happened, her parents. Helaine wanted their faces, not fear, to be her final thought.
Bright lights turned on suddenly, illuminating the space around them. “Mon Dieu!” someone behind her exclaimed softly. Helaine blinked her eyes, scarcely daring to believe what she saw. They were not in a camp or a prison at all. Instead, they were standing in the main showroom of what had once been one of the grandest department stores in Paris.
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Winter can be beautiful with its cozy vibes, snow-covered landscapes, and the chance to sip on warm drinks by the fire. But it also comes with its own set of skin challenges. Cold temperatures, indoor heating, and harsh winds can all lead to dryness, irritation, and dull skin. The good news is, with a few simple changes to your skincare routine, you can keep your skin hydrated, glowing, and healthy throughout the colder months. Here are some tips to help you combat the winter skin blues:
1. Hydrate from the Inside Out
Staying hydrated is essential year-round, but it’s especially important during the winter when the air is drier. Drink plenty of water, herbal teas, and nourishing soups to help keep your skin cells plump and hydrated. Adding hydrating fruits and vegetables, like oranges, cucumbers, and berries, to your diet can also support skin health.
2. Switch to a Richer Moisturizer
Your skin’s moisture needs change with the seasons. During the winter, opt for thicker, more emollient creams or oils to lock in moisture. Look for products with ingredients like shea butter, hyaluronic acid, and ceramides that provide a barrier against the harsh elements. Apply your moisturizer right after showering or washing your face to help seal in hydration.
3. Use a Humidifier
Indoor heating systems can suck the moisture out of the air, leaving your skin feeling dry and tight. Using a humidifier in your home adds moisture back into the air, helping to keep your skin hydrated. Place one in your bedroom while you sleep for maximum benefits.
4. Exfoliate Gently
Winter skin can often look dull due to dead skin cells accumulating on the surface. Gently exfoliating once or twice a week can help slough off dead skin, allowing your moisturizer to penetrate better. However, avoid harsh scrubs that can irritate and dry out your skin further. Instead, go for mild exfoliants like alpha-hydroxy acids (AHAs) or enzyme-based products.
5. Don’t Skip Sunscreen
Even in the winter, UV rays can damage your skin. Snow can reflect sunlight, increasing your exposure to harmful rays, especially at higher altitudes. Choose a broad-spectrum sunscreen with an SPF of at least 30, and apply it daily—even on overcast days or when you’re staying indoors.
6. Limit Hot Showers
While it’s tempting to take long, hot showers to warm up in the winter, hot water can strip your skin of its natural oils, leaving it even drier. Opt for lukewarm water instead, and try to limit your showers to around 10 minutes. Afterward, be sure to moisturize your skin while it’s still slightly damp to lock in moisture.
7. Protect Your Skin from the Elements
Cold, windy weather can wreak havoc on your skin, causing irritation and dryness. When heading outside, make sure to bundle up with scarves, hats, and gloves to protect your face and hands. Consider using a thick, protective balm on your lips and any exposed skin to act as a barrier against the wind.
8. Choose a Gentle Cleanser
In the winter, your skin needs extra care, and using a harsh cleanser can strip away natural oils, making dryness worse. Opt for a creamy, hydrating cleanser that will cleanse without compromising your skin’s moisture balance. Look for ingredients like glycerin, aloe vera, or coconut oil to help nourish your skin as you wash.
9. Add Antioxidants to Your Routine
Winter’s colder months can also lead to environmental stress on your skin. To help combat this, introduce antioxidants like Vitamin C, Vitamin E, or green tea extract into your skincare routine. These ingredients help fight free radical damage and can give your skin a brighter, more youthful appearance.
10. Listen to Your Skin
Lastly, always pay attention to how your skin feels. If it starts to feel dry, tight, or irritated, adjust your routine accordingly. Adding a soothing face mask or switching to a richer moisturizer might be just what your skin needs to stay comfortable and healthy.
Taking care of your skin during the wintertime may take a little extra effort, but the results are worth it. By staying hydrated, protecting your skin from the elements, and incorporating nourishing products, you can maintain healthy, glowing skin all season long. Keep your skin happy, and you’ll be able to embrace the beauty of winter without feeling dry or uncomfortable!
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A confidence scheme, when properly executed, will follow five movements in close and inviolable order:
I. The Mark.
Wherein a fresh quarry is perceived and made the object of the closest possible study.
II. The Intrusion.
Wherein the quarry’s outer layers must be pierced, his world peeled open…
III. The Ballyhoo.
Where a golden opportunity shall greatly tempt and dazzle the quarry…
IV. The Knot.
Wherein the quarry is encircled by his new friends, and naysayers are sent gently on their way…
V. All In.
Where all commitments are secured, and the business is happily—and irrevocably—concluded.
A coda: there may be many counterstrikes along the way, for such is the nature of the game; it contains so many sides, so many endless possibilities…
Rulebook—1799.
Day One
The Mark
1
Quinn
Five days earlier
Here was how it began. Four miles east of Berkeley Square, a few turns from Fashion Street and several doors down from the synagogue, stood a humble old house in Spitalfields. Four floors high, four bays across. Rose-colored shutters, a green trim to the door. A basement kitchen hidden from the street, and a colony of house sparrows nesting in the eaves, feasting on bread crusts and milk pudding scrapings.
On the first floor, behind peeling sash windows, stood Quinn Le Blanc.
She changed her gloves. She had a fine selection at her disposal, per her exalted rank in this neighborhood—chevrette kid, mousquetaire, pleated gloves for daytime, ridged ones for riding, silk-lined, fur-edged. All shades, too—dark, tan, brandy, black, mauve. No suede, of course. And no lace: nothing that could snag. The purpose of the glove was the preservation of the skin. Not from the sun, not from the cold.
From people.
She pulled on the French kid—cream-colored with green buttons—flexed her fingers, tested the grip. For she was the reigning Queen of Fives, the present mistress of this house; the details were everything.
“Mr. Silk?” she called from the gaming room. “Have you bolted the rear doors?”
His voice came back, querulous, from the stairs. “Naturally I have.” Then the echo of his boots as he clumped away.
The gaming room breathed around her. It was hot, for they kept a good strong fire burning year-round, braving incineration. But now she threw cold water on the grate, making the embers hiss and smoke. She closed the drapes, which smelled as they always did: a tinge of tobacco and the sour tint of mildew. Something else, too: a touch of cognac, or absinthe—one of the prior queens had enjoyed her spirits.
Quinn examined the room, wondering if she should lock away any valuables for the week. Of course, she had no fears of not returning on schedule, in triumph, per her plan—but still, she was venturing into new and dangerous waters. Some prudence could serve her well. The shelves were crammed with objects: hatboxes, shoeboxes, vinegars, perfume bottles, merino cloths, linen wrappings. But then she decided against it; she despised wasting time. The most incriminating, valuable things were all stored downstairs, in the bureau.
The bureau contained every idea the household ever had, the schemes designed and played by generations of queens. It stood behind doors reinforced with iron bolts, windows that were bricked up and impassable. It was safe enough, for now.
“Quinn?” Silk’s voice floated up the stairs. “We must be punctual.”
“We will be,” she called back with confidence.
Confidence was all they had going for them at the Château these days.
The Château. It was a pompous name for a humble old house. But that was the point, wasn’t it? It gave the place a sense of importance in a neighborhood that great folk merely despised. There were tailors and boot finishers living on one side, cigar makers and scholars on the other, and a very notorious doss-house at the end of the road. Quinn had lived in it nearly all her life, alongside Mr. Silk.
Quinn descended the creaking staircase, flicking dust from the framed portraits lined along the wall. They depicted the Château’s prior queens, first in oils, later in daguerreotype, with Quinn’s own picture placed at the foot of the stairs. Hers was a carte de visite mounted in a gilt frame, adorned with red velvet curtains. In it, Quinn wore a thick veil, just like her predecessors. She carried a single game card in one hand, and she was dressed in her inaugural disguise—playing the very splendid “Mrs. Valentine,” decked in emerald green velvet, ready to defraud the corrupt owners of the nearby Fairfield Works. She was just eighteen, and had already secured the confidence of the Château’s other players—and she was ready to rule.
That was eight years ago.
Quinn rubbed the smeared glass with her cuff. The house needed a good spring clean. She’d given up the housekeeper months ago; even a scullery maid was too great an expense now. Glancing through the rear window, she caught her usual view of the neighborhood—rags flapping on distant lines, air hazed with smoke. The houses opposite winked back at her, all nets and blinds, their disjointed gardens tangled and wild. She fastened the shutters, checking the bolts.
Silk was waiting by the front door. “Ready?” He was wearing a bulky waistcoat, his cravat ruffled right up to his chin. His bald head shone in the weak light.
Quinn studied him, amused. “What have you stuffed yourself with?”
“Strips of steel, if you must know.”
“In your jacket?”
“Yes.”
“For what reason?”
“My own protection. What else?”
Quinn raised a brow. “You’re developing a complex.”
“We’re living in a violent age, Le Blanc. A terribly violent age.”
Silk was forever clipping newspaper articles about foreign agitators, bombs being left in fruit baskets on station platforms.
“Stay close to me, then,” Quinn said, hauling open the front door, squinting in the light.
Net curtains twitched across the road. This was a quiet anonymous street, and the location of the Château was a closely guarded secret, even among their kind. But the neighbors kept their eyes on the Château. Nobody questioned its true ownership: the deeds had been adulterated too many times, sliced out of all official registers. In the 1790s, it was inhabited by an elusive Mrs. B—(real name unknown). Some said she’d been a disgraced bluestocking, or an actress, or perhaps a Frenchwoman on the run—a noble comtesse in disguise! She caught the neighborhood’s imagination; they refashioned her in their minds. B—became “Blank,” which in time became “Le Blanc.” Her house was nicknamed le Château. Smoke rose from the chimneys; queer characters came and went; the lights burned at all hours. Some said Madame Le Blanc had started a school. Others claimed it was a brothel.
In fact, it was neither.
It was something much cleverer.
The Queen of Fives. They breathed the title with reverence on the docks, down the coastline. A lady with a hundred faces, a thousand voices, a million lives. She might spin into yours if you didn’t watch out… She played a glittering game: lifting a man’s fortune with five moves, in five days, before disappearing without a trace.
The sun was inching higher, turning the sky a hard mazarine blue. “Nice day for it,” Quinn said, squeezing Silk’s arm.
Silk peered upward. “I think not.” He’d checked his barometer before breakfast. “There’s a storm coming.”
Quinn could feel it, the rippling pleasure down her spine. “Better and better,” she replied. “Now, come along.”
They made an unassuming pair when they were out in public. An older gentleman in a dark and bulky overcoat, with a very sleek top hat. A youngish woman in dyed green furs, with a high collar and a sharp-tilted toque. He with his eyes down, minding his step. She with her face veiled, gloves gripped round an elegant cane. Always listening, watching, rolling dice in their minds.
Silk and Quinn had a single clear objective for the day. Audacious, impossible, outrageous—but clear. He showed her his appointment book: Three p.m.—Arrive in ballroom, Buckingham Palace, en déguisé.
“In disguise? Doesn’t that go without saying?”
“You tell me. Has your costume been delivered?”
“Not yet. But we have a more serious impediment.”
“Oh?” he asked her.
“I’ve still not received my invitation card to the palace.”
They turned into Fournier Street. Silk tutted. “I’ve dealt with that. Our old friend at the Athenaeum Club will oblige you.”
“You’re quite sure? We’ve never cut it so fine before.”
“Well, you might need to prod him a little.”
“Just a little?”
“The very littlest bit, Quinn.”
Unnecessary violence was not part of their method. But persuasion—well, that was essential. Let’s call a spade a spade: the Château was a fraud house, a cunning firm, a swindler’s palace ruled by a queen. It made its business by cheating great men out of their fortunes. In the bureau stood the Rulebook, its marbled endpapers inscribed with each queen’s initials, setting the conditions of their games.
And this week the Queen of Fives would execute the most dangerous game of her reign.
Quinn paused outside the Ten Bells. “Very well. We can’t afford any slips. I’ll go to the Athenaeum now. Anything else?”
Silk shook his head. “Rien ne va plus.” No more bets.
They gripped hands. He gave her his usual look: a fond gaze, then a frown. “Play on, Le Blanc.”
She grinned at him in return. “Same to you, old friend.”
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In today’s fast-paced world, finding time to read can often feel like a challenge. Whether you’re trying to catch up on your book list, read for personal development, or simply enjoy a good story, it can seem difficult to make room for reading amidst your busy schedule. However, with a little intention and some practical strategies, you can easily incorporate more reading into your daily routine. Here’s how to read more—and make it a consistent habit.
1. Set Clear Reading Goals
One of the most effective ways to increase your reading is to set specific, measurable goals. Instead of just saying, “I want to read more,” make your goal concrete. For example, aim to read for 30 minutes every day, or set a target of reading 10 pages before bed. Break larger goals into smaller, more manageable chunks—like reading one chapter each day—and track your progress. These small wins will keep you motivated and focused on your reading journey.
2. Create a Reading Schedule
The key to making reading a consistent habit is setting aside time for it. If you don’t schedule reading into your day, it’s easy for other tasks to take priority. Choose a time of day that works best for you—whether it’s first thing in the morning, during lunch, or right before bed—and stick to it. Even 15-20 minutes a day can lead to significant progress over time.
3. Make Your Books Accessible
If you only have a few books in your house or they’re tucked away in a shelf, it can be harder to remember to read. Keep your current book or audiobook easily accessible—whether that’s on your nightstand, in your bag, or on your phone if you prefer digital reading. Having your book readily available increases the chances that you’ll read when you have a few spare minutes. The more visible your books are, the more likely you’ll be to pick one up.
4. Limit Distractions
One of the most common reasons people don’t read as much as they’d like is distractions, particularly from technology. Social media, TV shows, and apps all compete for your attention. To improve your focus while reading, create a quiet environment. Turn off notifications on your phone, or set your phone to “Do Not Disturb” mode. If you find it hard to focus, try reading in short bursts—10 to 15 minutes at a time—without interruptions.
5. Use Audiobooks
Audiobooks are a great way to incorporate more reading into your day, especially if you have a busy schedule. You can listen to audiobooks during your commute, while exercising, or even while doing household chores. Audiobooks also allow you to “read” while doing other things, making it easier to consume more books over time. Many audiobooks come with great narration that can make the experience even more enjoyable.
6. Join a Book Club or Reading Challenge
Being part of a reading community can help motivate you to read more. Whether it’s a local book club or an online group, connecting with others who share your love of reading can inspire you to read more consistently. You can discuss books, get recommendations, and hold each other accountable. Additionally, participating in reading challenges (like reading a certain number of books in a year) can push you to stay on track and make reading a fun goal.
7. Read What You Enjoy
It’s easier to read more when you enjoy the material you’re reading. If you’re struggling to get through a book, don’t be afraid to switch to something that captures your interest. Whether it’s fiction, non-fiction, memoirs, or self-help, reading should be enjoyable—not a chore. When you’re excited about what you’re reading, it won’t feel like an obligation.
8. Use Reading Apps
There are plenty of apps that can help you stay on top of your reading goals. Apps like Goodreads allow you to track your progress, set reading goals, and get book recommendations. Many apps also offer digital versions of books or even audiobooks, making it easier to read on the go. Digital libraries, like Kindle or Apple Books, give you instant access to a wide range of titles without leaving your home.
9. Start Small and Build Up
If you’ve been out of the reading habit for a while, don’t feel like you have to jump into reading large books right away. Start with shorter books, articles, or even essays. Set modest goals—such as reading one chapter a day—and gradually build up to more. The key is consistency. Even if you read for just 10 minutes a day, you’ll develop a habit that can eventually lead to more reading over time.
10. Combine Reading with Other Habits
If you’re trying to fit more reading into your day, consider pairing it with other habits. For example, you could read for 10 minutes after your morning coffee or while winding down before bed. Associating reading with a routine you already have can help solidify the habit. Just like brushing your teeth, when reading becomes a part of your daily rhythm, it becomes automatic.
11. Reevaluate Your Reading Environment
The physical environment in which you read can significantly impact your ability to focus and enjoy your reading sessions. Ensure that your reading space is comfortable, well-lit, and free from distractions. Whether it’s a cozy chair, a park bench, or a quiet corner in your home, creating the right atmosphere can make reading more enjoyable and encourage you to read longer.
In Closing…
Reading is one of the most rewarding activities you can do for your mind and soul. By setting goals, creating a routine, limiting distractions, and exploring different formats, you can easily incorporate more reading into your daily life. Remember, the key is consistency, not perfection. Start small, stay committed, and enjoy the wonderful journey that reading can offer. Happy reading!
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Starting your day with a healthy morning routine can make a significant difference in how you feel, how productive you are, and how you approach the challenges of the day ahead. A well-crafted morning routine sets a positive tone for the rest of the day, enhancing both your physical and mental well-being. Here’s a guide to help you build a morning routine that will leave you feeling energized, motivated, and ready to tackle whatever comes your way.
1. Wake Up Early and Get Enough Sleep
The foundation of any healthy morning starts with a good night’s sleep. Aim to get 7-9 hours of sleep each night to ensure you’re well-rested and rejuvenated for the day ahead. Try waking up at the same time each morning, even on weekends, to regulate your body’s internal clock. This consistency will help you feel more energized and less groggy when you wake up.
2. Hydrate Your Body
After a night of sleep, your body is often dehydrated. Drinking a glass of water first thing in the morning is essential to rehydrate and jumpstart your metabolism. You can also add lemon or a pinch of salt for added health benefits like aiding digestion and balancing electrolytes.
3. Stretch or Do Light Exercise
Movement in the morning can help shake off any stiffness and get your blood flowing. Gentle stretching, yoga, or a short walk are great ways to ease into your day. If you’re up for it, a quick workout can release endorphins, improve your mood, and increase your energy levels for the day.
4. Practice Mindfulness or Meditate
Taking just 5-10 minutes for mindfulness or meditation can have a powerful impact on your mental well-being. Practicing mindfulness helps you stay focused, reduces stress, and cultivates a positive mindset. Whether it’s deep breathing, guided meditation, or just sitting quietly, giving your mind a moment of calm before diving into the day can improve your mental clarity.
5. Eat a Healthy Breakfast
What you eat in the morning fuels your body for the day ahead. Opt for a balanced breakfast that includes protein, healthy fats, and fiber. Foods like oatmeal, eggs, avocado toast, or smoothies with fruits and greens can provide lasting energy and help maintain steady blood sugar levels throughout the morning. Avoid sugary cereals or pastries that can lead to energy crashes.
6. Set Intentions for the Day
Take a moment to reflect on your goals and intentions for the day. This could be a simple to-do list or a more profound journaling practice to set your priorities and frame your mindset. Consider what you want to achieve, what attitude you want to carry with you, and how you’ll approach any challenges. Starting your day with purpose helps you stay on track and focused throughout the day.
7. Practice Gratitude
Take a few moments to acknowledge the things you’re grateful for. Whether it’s your health, relationships, or a new opportunity, practicing gratitude can shift your perspective to one of abundance and positivity. Studies have shown that gratitude can reduce stress, improve sleep, and enhance overall happiness.
8. Limit Technology
Avoid diving straight into your phone, checking emails, or scrolling through social media as soon as you wake up. This can lead to unnecessary stress and distraction before you even begin your day. Instead, try to give yourself 30 minutes to an hour of technology-free time in the morning to focus on yourself, your body, and your mind.
9. Get Ready for the Day
Take time to shower, get dressed, and engage in other self-care practices that help you feel refreshed and confident. Dressing up, even if you’re working from home, can help put you in the right mindset to be productive.
10. Be Consistent
The key to a healthy morning routine is consistency. Building a new habit takes time, so be patient with yourself as you establish a routine that works for you. Start small by incorporating one or two of these habits and gradually build on them. The more consistent you are, the more natural your morning routine will feel.
Conclusion
Creating a healthy morning routine is a powerful way to take control of your day and set yourself up for success. By prioritizing sleep, hydration, movement, mindfulness, and proper nutrition, you can boost your mood, increase your productivity, and improve your overall well-being. Remember, the most important thing is to make your morning routine work for you—so feel free to adapt it to your personal needs and preferences. Start small, stay consistent, and enjoy the positive changes that follow!
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I sat shivering on a low stool in our farmhouse kitchen. The frosty air stung my cheeks and chilled my hands and feet until they hurt. To warm up, I rubbed my arms and legs. Though it never snowed in southern China, this winter in the sixth year of Emperor Guangxu’s reign felt brutally cold. Normally, I would still be curled beneath our patched quilt, but my aa noeng had woken me at first light.
“We are going on an adventure today,” she announced, turning to me with a basin of boiling water. For the first time in months, her thin, pale face broke into a smile. But it wasn’t a proper sparkling smile, like the ones she used to shower on me before my aa de died. This smile looked stiff, and her eyes remained dull.
“I’m taking you to Canton City,” she continued. “Farmer Tang will give us a ride on his cart.” She poured cold water into the basin. I squealed, clapping with delight. I had never been to Canton City, but I had heard all about it from traveling storytellers. Peddlers prowled the streets, selling sugared plums, sweet buns and roasted chestnuts. My belly grumbled at the thought of them, reminding me that I had not eaten since yesterday’s bowl of watery congee. The storytellers also boasted of traveling acrobats, men who swallowed live snakes, and puppet shows.
“Is Little Brother coming too?” I asked.
“He is too young,” she said. “I’ve sent him to our neighbor for the day. This is a mother-and-daughter trip.”
“Why are we going?” “Little girls should not ask questions,” she chided. “Good girls keep quiet, follow rules and obey grown-ups.” Her tone was mild, but her face sagged with misery, frightening me into silence.
She knelt in front of me, cradling my golden lilies in her palms. “Do you remember why I started binding your feet when you were only four?” she asked.
“Because…because…” I shook my head. With a heavy sigh she explained, “Other six-year-old girls in our village wouldn’t start foot-binding until now. Some farming families might even wait until their daughter is seven or eight, if they’re desperate for an extra worker around the house. But that is risky. Do you know why?”
I shook my head again. “The bones might already be too stiff to be shaped. I love you so much that I bound your feet two years ago, as though you’re a little lady, to make sure you get perfect golden lilies so you can be like Consort Yao Niang. Do you remember her story?”
“I do!” Eager to impress her, I merrily recited the bedtime tale she had often told me. “Once upon a time, before the Manchu invaded and when China was cut up into lots of little kingdoms, like a patchwork quilt, there lived an emperor called Li Yu. He loved to see new things. One day he asked his many, many wives to surprise him with a new dance. Everyone tried but no one was good enough except Yao Niang. She wrapped her feet into crescents and danced on her toes!”
“What else?” she quizzed.
I frowned.
She prompted, “The emperor was so impressed that he promoted her to Royal Imperial Consort—”
“Oh!” With a bounce I finished her sentence, “So no other wife could boss Yao Niang around except the empress. All the ladies of the court copied her and soon rich girls across the country started to do the same. Now all re-respectable girls have bound feet. And the most loving mothers make sure their daughters have perfect four-inch golden lilies.”
I expected the rest of my speedy answer would earn praise, especially since I had only stumbled on two characters, but Aa Noeng’s lips trembled. I reached out to hug her, but she shook her head as she straightened her back and smoothed her faded tunic-blouse, ou.
“Even the poorest boy might hope to pass the imperial exams and become a mandarin if he is clever and studious,” she said, “but a girl’s only chance for a better life is through her golden lilies. This is my priceless gift to you. No matter what happens, I want you always to remember how much I love you. You’re my precious pearl. Do you understand?”
“I love you this much too!” I swung my arms behind my back until my palms touched. But she didn’t return my smile.
“Why is it important to have perfect four-inch golden lilies?” she asked.
“To get a good marriage,” I chirped. “Matchmakers and mothers-in-law like tiny feet. Golden lilies are proof of a girl’s goodness.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “Only girls with immense endurance and discipline can get perfect golden lilies. This is what mothersin-law from nice families want for their sons.” She squeezed my hands and asked, “Do you want to marry into a nice family when you grow up?”
“Yes.”
“How do you get four-inch golden lilies?” she asked.
“I must sit very still when you clean my feet and change my bandages.”
“What else?”
“I mustn’t complain when you tighten the bindings.”
“That’s true,” she replied slowly. “But…” After a long pause she said, “You are a big girl now. It’s time you learned to take care of your golden lilies yourself.”
“I’m still little!” I protested, alarmed by her grave tone.
“Watch carefully,” she instructed. She unraveled the binding and eased my left foot into the basin of warm water. She massaged away the dead skin on the sole and between my toes. Next she trimmed my toenails and wrapped my foot in a towel before sprinkling alum onto it.
“Be sure to use a generous amount of alum,” she said. “It wards off sweat and itch.”
She wound a length of clean, dark blue cotton around and around my foot. The pressure increased with each layer until my foot throbbed and my eyes ached with unshed tears. I had to use all my willpower not to groan. She continued to wrap the bindings, much more tightly than usual. I tried to pull my foot away. She gripped it harder. “Stay still,” she ordered.
“Aa Noeng,” I cried. “It hurts too much.”
“Hush,” she said. “One day these golden lilies will bring you a good marriage. You will wear silk and live in a house with tiled floors. Best of all, you will never go hungry again.”
My whimpering faded as she continued to talk about the tasty food that would fill my belly when I become a bride in a wellto-do family. Finally, she eased my foot into my best pair of indigo cotton shoes. She pushed the basin toward me.
“Now you must do the same for your right foot,” she said.
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The Ultimate Relaxation: Discover the Magic of a Soothing Mia Venus Bath Bomb
There’s nothing quite like sinking into a warm, bubbling bath after a long, stressful day. But what if you could elevate that experience to a whole new level of relaxation? Enter the magical world of Mia Venus bath bombs. These little spheres of scented joy can turn an ordinary bath into an immersive, calming ritual that soothes both body and mind.
What is a Mia Venus Bath Bomb?
A Mia Venus bath bomb is a compact mixture of ingredients—typically sodium bicarbonate (baking soda), citric acid, essential oils, and natural colors—that fizzes when it hits the water. This fizzy explosion transforms your bath into a delightful sensory experience, releasing fragrances and therapeutic properties into the air and the water.
But the magic doesn’t stop at the fizz. Mia Venus bath bombs are infused with ingredients like dried flowers, salts, and skin-nourishing oils that add to the experience, leaving your skin soft, hydrated, and delicately scented.
Perks: Mia Venus Bath Bombs can be personalized, come in Pop Star faves (like Taylor Swift) and in fun animal shapes (like the cute unicorn I was sent!). The price points for these bath bombs are reasonable for the size of the bath bomb – they range between $8-$14. Check out this extensive catalog here: https://miavenus.com/
Why a Mia Venus Bath Bomb is Perfect for Relaxation
Aromatherapy The sense of smell is closely linked to our emotions and overall well-being. A Mia Venus bath bomb’s essential oils can help reduce stress, calm anxiety, and promote a peaceful atmosphere. Lavender, chamomile, and eucalyptus are popular choices for their soothing and therapeutic qualities. As the bath bomb dissolves, the calming scent fills the air, inviting you to let go of tension and unwind fully.
Skin Benefits Many bath bombs are packed with natural ingredients like Epsom salts, coconut oil, and shea butter, all of which help to hydrate and nourish the skin. The warm water combined with these moisturizers softens dry skin, leaving it feeling silky smooth and rejuvenated.
The Visual Delight Mia Venus Bath bombs come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, turning your bath into a magical spectacle. As the bomb fizzes, vibrant colors swirl through the water, creating a beautiful, ever-changing display. Whether it’s pastel pinks and purples or deep blues and greens, the visual aspect of a bath bomb adds a calming aesthetic that can help ease you into a peaceful state of mind.
Stress Relief There’s something inherently relaxing about the simple act of taking a bath. Add a Mia Venus bath bomb, and the experience is taken to the next level. The warm water helps to relax tense muscles, while the fizzy, aromatic bomb works to elevate your mood. The process of sitting back, closing your eyes, and allowing the bath bomb to work its magic on your body and mind is the perfect way to unwind.
The Benefits of a Regular Mia Venus Bath Bomb Ritual
While a bath bomb is a great way to unwind every once in a while, making it part of a regular self-care routine can offer long-term benefits. By creating a ritual around your bath bomb baths—perhaps incorporating some mindfulness or meditation—you can create a space where stress, anxiety, and distractions are left behind. This time for yourself can promote mental clarity, improve your mood, and help you sleep better at night.
Final Thoughts
In a world that often feels like it’s moving at a million miles per hour, taking a moment to pause and indulge in self-care is more important than ever. A relaxing bath bomb can help you slow down, breathe deeply, and restore balance to your body and mind. So, the next time you need a break, drop a bath bomb into your tub, sit back, and let the soothing magic wash over you.
Relax, Rejuvenate, and Repeat.
*Thank you so much to Mia Venus for free samples of the bath bombs in exchange for an honest review.
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From shy Austrian princess to vilified French queen.
“I am the venom in your veins…”
To this day, Marie Antoinette remains a very polarizing and controversial queen. Known for her extravagant fashion and luxurious lifestyle, she quickly became the hated symbol of aristocratic indulgence and depravity. The Revolutionists made her the scapegoat for all of their rage, which led her to the scaffold.
This poetry book captures Marie Antoinette’s journey from leaving Versailles in 1789 to navigating the Reign of Terror and her untimely demise in 1793. A journey compiled by despair and loss—but that ultimately forged the path for Marie Antoinette to showcase her bravery and resilience. Told in the point of view of the unfortunate Queen, you will experience the highs and lows of her years in captivity. From gilded queen to widow Capet—this book explores Marie Antoinette’s plight in a way that is both intimate and raw. Experience history like you never have before in these poems that read like confessions and leave a mark long after you’ve reached the end.
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The Inkblotters 