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Book Review: Stolen

In mid July, I paid a visit to some family, that live in a remote area. It was fun, really. There was this big Bison ranch near their house, and a beautiful pregnant donkey, that sadly lived alone. Their wasn’t much people there, but that to me was a good thing. Kind of like a retreat. But with all getaways, there is always a down side, and in my case, it was a rather…uh, rancid book. A book called Stolen by Lucy Christopher, that my cousin let me read.

Plot Summary from the books website:

It happened like this. I was stolen from an airport. Taken from everything I knew, everything I was used to. Taken to sand and heat, dirt and danger. And he expected me to love him. This is my story. A letter from nowhere.

Told in a letter to her captor by 16-year-old Gemma, Stolen explores the influence that a really wild and remote space can have on the inner development of a young woman.

Gemma, a British city-living teenager, is kidnapped while on holiday with her parents. Her kidnapper, Ty, takes her to the wild land of outback Australia. To Gemma’s city-eyes, the landscape is harsh and unforgiving and there are no other signs of human life for hundreds of kilometres in every direction. Here, there is no escape. Gemma must learn to deal with her predicament, or die trying to fight it.

Ty, a young man, has other ideas for her. His childhood experience of living in outback Australia has forever changed the way he sees things. But he too has been living in the city; Gemma’s city. Unlike Gemma, however, he has had enough. In outback Australia he sees an opportunity for a new kind of life; a life more connected to the earth. He has been watching and learning about Gemma for many years; when he kidnaps her, his plan finally begins to take shape.

But Ty is not a stereotypical kidnapper and, over time, Gemma comes to see Ty in a new light, a light in which he is something more sensitive. The mysteries of Ty, and the mystery of her new life, start to take hold. She begins to feel something for her kidnapper when he wakes screaming in the night. Over the time spent with her captor, Gemma’s appreciation of him develops …but is this real love, or Stockholm Syndrome?

How cool is that? A book trailer!

Well, from this, it sounds pretty chappy. Stupid British girl get’s “stolen” by some troubled hot guy and taken to a house that’s pretty well sustained and right next to some paradise of life in the middle of the desert in between a couple of boulders.

One thing I absolutely could not stand was the annoying damsel in distress of a main character. Honestly I punched the book once out of annoyance. Ty consistently tells Gemma there are no people for hundreds of kilometers, yet she consistently tries to escape, to where the people are. I know maybe this could be a quality of hers, persistence. I might have seen it that way, if she weren’t so annoying about it.

And what doesn’t help is that she is a complete b****. Ty almost said so himself. Only if he let the whole word out. She doesn’t listen. “Gemma, don’t move you’re going to ruin every thing!” She moves and destroys something important. “Gemma, you can’t escape” Tries to escape, nearly destroys Ty’s car.

Another thing she does, is constantly say terrible things about her captor, when in reality he is not a bad person. A thousand times more decent than Gemma. Gemma is a stupid, xenophobic, drunk. That is exactly what she is. I myself am a city girl, but in no way am I like Gemma. A horrible, terrible, little girl she is.

Gosh, I don’t think I ever hated a book character more than her. I don’t think I ever hated a character at all. Maybe the book wouldn’t be so bad, if the character was a bit better. But there are numerous plot holes that add to the rancidness, such as Ty’s whereabouts. He says he was in Australia at one time, getting the house together, but he claims to have constantly watched her for years.

There isn’t any character development at all. Gemma is a b**** the whole book, until right at the end, but for such a quick change of heart, that would be either the result of Stockholm Syndrome, or very poor writing. And Ty doesn’t change much either, the only “change” there is, is when she starts to talk to him, he talks a lot more.

But it would be quite rude of me to write a review with only negative points, in fact that would be unfair. My favourite thing about this book, is camel that Ty catches and trains. Gemma is not a total idiot around the camel, likeable even. And everyone loves the silent character as well. If only Gemma was a bit more like the camel, easier to train, and obedient. Oh I would have loved this book.

When it comes down to it, I guess I should have stopped reading it by the time I reached the middle. But there is something about it that’s almost…captivating? I felt as if I couldn’t go on without knowing the rest. I guess I was attached to it in a way.

So, if you’re into poorly written love stories, with stupid main characters (Twilight fans?) go right a head and hit this book up. For the rest of you, please approach this book with caution.


My collection

Usually over the summer I do nothing but draw. But this year I had a very long artist’ block. But now I am ready to draw. My new collection is basically to show the different types of beauty women have through their beauty. Basically what I am trying to convey is that you’re beautiful no matter how “ugly” you are.

I was telling Taku this,

Scasm: lately I’ve been supporting women activism, so I’m doing a collection. And I’ll post it on sofd.

Taku: Ah interesting! Strong women are the best!Sure sure!

Scasm: >3<

Taku: ^_^

Scasm: >_<

Taku: What made you interested in that in the first place? I mean activism is a lot of work, I wouldn’t expect you to be into it XDD

It’s Scasm

Hi as you all know I’m Scasm, founder of project SofD. Right now I am extremely shy because this  is the first time I have ever blogged.>_<. But Taku has been nagging me, so now I’m here.(>_>). So please excuse my shyness and weird posts, enjoy the art and have a good day or night wherever you are.


Love, Sex, Beauty, and Fertility: Etymology and The Awesomness of Friday

You may or may not be aware, but “Taku” is simply just an alias of mine. In a general sense,  Taku (拓) is the Japanese word for: to expand, open, and pioneer. It is almost always used for a males name, and as you should know, I’m female. The reason why I use it as an alias, is because it’s a simple shortened version of my user name on Crunchyroll, a site that sadly, I hardly frequent anymore due to my plummeting interest in anime.

Although, I would love to give you my name, it would kind of defeat the purpose of using an alias, so I’ll just tell you one thing about it. In my fathers native language, it means a “female born on Friday“. All my life I thought it was pretty cool to be named after everyone’s favourite day, but now that I really looked into the etymology of the word Friday, I’m even prouder.

Apparently the English word for Friday comes from the foremost Norse Goddess of Marriage, motherhood, love and fertility, named Frigg or Frigga. She was Odin, the main Norse God’s wife. Frigga and another Norse goddess, Freyja, share many similarities, and scholars theorized that they may have been the same deity. Freyja represents love, beauty, fertility, gold, seiðr (A kind of Norse sorcery or witchcraft), war, and death.


The Latin Word For Friday is dies Veneris, or the day of Venus. Venus is the Roman Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Fertility. And since French, Italian, and Spanish mainly branch from Latin, their word for Friday is Vendredi (fr.), Venerdi (itl.),  and Viernes (esp.), which all mean “Venus’s Day” or Friday. The Planetary symbol for Venus is also the Feminine symbol.

In Greek, Aphrodite translates to Venus in English. Aphrodite is the Greek Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Sexuality.

The Birth Of Venus. (According to this picture, I guess it's safe to assume Uranus' genitals is a clam shell?)

But all great things have their quirks, and for me, that is the birth of Aphrodite/Venus. She/they were born from the severed, foaming genitals of Uranus, that were tossed into the sea. Gosh, that’s disturbing.

And of course there is the infamous Rebecca Black viral hit “Friday” that I have mixed feelings toward…

But all in all, Friday in my opinion, is the best day of the week! It combines the elements of school/work and a weekend. It’s great. TGIF.

(Ha, I should wait until Friday to post this, but I’m real impatient when it comes things like that.)


If you’ve read my last post, you probably recall me briefly speaking about my desk partner. His name is Richard and he is a skull. I tell him my ideas and he gives me feed back. He gives me some ideas as well. He is a cynical, narcissist, sarcastic little skull, but in the end, he’s a good friend, and is an important part in my writing.

Yes, I am aware that he is made of plastic, and has no ability to literally speak, or hear me, but he’s something of an extension of my conscious. A side of me that hardly ever surfaces. So all in all, Richard is alive.

Richard was actually given to me by my brother last Halloween, and he sat comfortably on my desk, silent for a few months. (His name was influenced by a comment my brother made about how the bottom of his head looked like a penis. The slang word for a penis is a dick, and Dick is short for Richard. Voila.)

Eventually, I started to ask him for help when I was frustrated with a bad case of writers block, not really expecting him to say much. But he did, and started to criticize me, but it did make me get things together. I got out of that writer’s block (With a lot of help from Richard), and I’m doing swell. So now, he has sat on my desk for almost a year, and he has had sizable impact on my work, some positive, some negative.

Thanks Richard.