Summer reading - the grandpa we all wish we had

Do you have grandparents? The quirky, funny, slightly annoying kind of grandparents?

I've got an awesome pair of grandparents that I wouldn't change for anything in the world.

But if Alan Karlsson needed a granddaughter to share his adventures with, I would literally kill for him. 

This is the book that last came with me on vacation and it managed to keep me away from my vacation much more that I wish I could admit to. It was funny, unexpected, entertaining and definitely refreshing.

With temperatures soaring into the 40°C/104°F, I was reading about the Swedish geriatric adventurer that evades from his nursing home and embarks on a breathless quest towards nowhere in particular. 

Alan cracked me up, he genuinely impressed me with his unwanted, unwarranted history knowledge, much of which he's had a hand in making it history in the first place.

He is one sinister little old man. My kind of sinister. We're practically sinisterly related.

There is also money, weird twists of events and a elephant. 

Convinced yet?

You can find it on amazon.com, conveniently kindled or papered. 

Kiss and Peace

Miss Sinister

P.S. I hope someday to sit down with Mr. Jonasson, brainstorm cooky ideas, drink vodka and discuss world history. In that order.

Summer reading for techless millennials

I'm a millenial. I'm expected to be comfortable with technology, ambitious and strong-minded, highly democratic and addicted to Twitter and Instagram. I am supposed to enjoy all things organic, drive an electric car, be vegan or at least vegetarian, despise big labels and revel in the wonderfulness of tiny, up and coming weird and cooky designers.

I'm expected to listen to music that is inspirational, aspirational, a form of art and enjoy videos where everybody is either 

a)naked 

b)bouncing around like they're on some sort of illegal drug 

c) not singing but performing (insert me with a raised eyebrow) or 

d) all of the above.

I'm Oana. I'm a millenial and I suck at Twitter. Like really suck at it. 

I'm partially good with Instagram, and mainly only because my dad used to own a Laica and I started taking pics when I was 5. Instagram = photographs. Ergo I'm not that bad.

I'm fiercely private about so many things I sometimes think this blog is a sort of therapy for that.

I like organic stuff if I can grow them, but I won't go completely gaga over it because I am much to self-conscious to spend 8,50€ on an organic orange juice.

I am in complete awe of big labels like Dior or YSL (I will never for the love of God, understand why they chose to turn it into Saint Laurent - I can see Yves shake his head from Designer Heaven right now), and not because they cost a heck of a lot of money. I love the people behind them. People who were creative and innovative and loved the female figure, loved fabric, and colors and dressed women for cocktail hours and created clothes you could just travel in and nothing more. 

I love me some new creative designing by some fierce millennial, but I'm subjective. It needs to fit my New Look lifelong passion, my Armani obsession, my Schiaparelli fetish. 

That's why I get Imogen Tate, the 40 something heroine in "The Knockoff" which you can millennially download via Kindle or buy online, both through the lovely Amazon.com.

I won't spoiler the story, but if you ever feel like your creative self is anything but tech savvy, then you should definitely read this book.

Absolutely adorable!