Indie Film review: Zebra Girl

May 28 2021
movie review
Going to a premiere these days seems like an extraordinary event. This week, I attended the premiere of independent movie Zebra Girl in the West End that made me forget for a few hours that we are still in pandemic times. It was good to be back in cinemas, although the film was a bit too scary and disturbing for my liking. 
Zebra Girl is a psychological thriller with a bold streak of pitch-black humour that explores the vicious cycle of abuse and mental illness. But fans of psycho thrillers would find this interesting, for sure. 

Looking back at my picture from the premiere, I realised I looked like a Zebra girl (giggles).

Zebra Girl is in cinemas from today 28 May 2021.

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Book of the week: The Pebble Spotter’s Guide by Clive Mitchell

May 20 2021

There’s nothing quite like searching the rocks on a beach until that special one catches your eye – a perfect shape, a gorgeous colour, an intriguing pattern. I have been a fan of pebble spotting since I was a little girl. I still have a few meaningful pebbles collected from beautiful beaches over the years, the heart-shaped ones being my favourite ones. As the UK slowly eases out of lockdown and parents begin to plan their family holidays for the summer, Clive Mitchell’s new guide on pebble spotting is the perfect introduction (for them and their children) to everything they didn’t know there was to know about the mindful pleasure of pebble spotting. 

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Memoir Writing: a literary journey into human resilience

May 19 2021

By Francesca Lombardo – I was 25 years old when I asked myself questions such as “why can’t she see me?”, “why can’t she hear me?”, “who is she?”, “who was she really when she was a child just like me?”. 

The person I wanted to ask all these questions was my mother. A mystery to me as a child, as a teen and as young women that I longed to unlock. But mostly a pain that leaves many daughters struggling with their sense of self-worth and a fractured identity; a yearning that turns into an abyssal void. It was then that I jotted down a letter to her, a letter that I have never sent.

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