How I Died. Part I The title is very lovely, don't you think? For you to understand how I died I need to go to the right beginning of this torture. It was June 19th and boiling hot outside, it had been raining not so long ago so the humidity was unbearable. I was walking down the street of Moscow, I'm an actress and we were filming there. My character was a sexy Russian Spy, on a mission to kill the assassin of the Russian President. I was enjoying it. I started noticing someone staring at me, I didn't think anything of it because I was an actress, I was used to the attention, but I should've noticed, he was there every single day of filming, but he did nothing. "Who is that guy in the corner who keeps staring at me?" I asked my makeup artist who was also one of my best friends. "Probably just a fan, you get a lot of them" she shrugged the topic off and I decided I was just being paranoid. Why would anyone want to kill me? For fame? I mean I'm not a bad person, I've never hurt anyone, not intentionally anyway. The next on set I didn't see the guy and I was thrilled, that freak wasn't there anymore! At the end of the day I walked to my hotel and in the lounge I saw him.

The Fault In Our Stars. Have you heard of the #quote "A good book should have you slightly exhausted at the end"? That is exactly what I was after I finished the book, exhausted. Exhausted from crying and laughing. I loved the book so much I couldn't believe the ending and in fact didn't want to believe it, I wanted the book to continue, I wanted to live in the book, be the characters, is that mad? No, if you haven't felt like this about a book, my friend, you're reading all wrong.