This, this bloody amazing book is one of the best books I have read all year and it has reinstated my faith in YA literature. A stunning debut by Becky Albertalli, this book chronicles the life of one junior Simon Spier who also happens to be gay.


This is my very first book with a gay protagonist and I am more than pleased it was this particular one.  The abundance of puns in this made my heart sing and the plot was lovely.  The ‘Hollow Wieners’ pun at Halloween and the Freudian Slip costume had me laughing out loud and that is a feat few books accomplish.  Naming the dog ‘Beiber’ could have gone down the road as cliché and crass, but it comes off as cute.

Simon is quite a complex character and the book seems to have done his personality justice the way it’s been written. I love some of the ideas explored in the book, especially the one about how you can absolutely loathe and hate a person, but how sometimes you can’t help but like them – Martin and Simon’s reluctant friendship is a testament to that, even though Martin is being a prat and blackmailing Simon.

Puppy love is explained very nicely in the perspective of today’s teenager. The way Martin makes a fool out of himself, in front of Abby and others to be liked is something we have all seen or done in our lives. The book is very relatable. Taylor, the over-achieving nerd who likes to show off way too much is someone we all know in our lives or have known. The character development is very well-thought and brought about.  One of the quotes that I really, really liked was:

“Why is straight the default? Everyone should have to declare one way or another, and it shouldn’t be this big awkward thing whether you’re straight, gay, bi, or whatever. I’m just saying.”

And the book honestly isn’t about gays being better, or a pride march fitted inside a novel, it is simply a book which looks inside the mind of a young boy who likes boys instead of girls. The writing and the imagery used bring the book to life when you read read. Albertalli’s writing is fluid and smooth, not too much thrown at you in a sentence or a chapter. I got a bit confused at times though that was just me reading too quickly. You know how it is – you want to savour a good book and at the same time rush towards the end.

Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda is a wonderful read and I would recommend it to anyone blindly, but I would recommend it mostly to those who think a gay protagonist would think and act any different than any other teenager. Five stars to this novel and I look forward to the next read by Becky Albertalli soon, which will hopefully be as adorable and poignant as her first novel.

This book releases on the 7th of April, 2015. I do think you all should read it.


Nia Carnelio.


Practical Jokes and Pranks and Friendships

This day has been a good day.

Why? I hear you ask, and therefore I answer [even if you did not ask].

My friend had the amazing opportunity of an open facebook account of another friend and we utilised it completely – posting a really funny status about her getting a new Bowl Cut because she was missing studying for the exams and had really enjoyed them [she didn’t, nobody enjoys exams other than sadistic teachers and some seriously disturbed students].


But she had the last laugh as she kept texting me that she tanked her French school interview and the person there yelled at her and that she was in tears. What a hoot. She was actually pranking me. I should have figured that out because she is really, really, good at French. I fell for it once though, and it’s the last time. I’m thinking of an excellent prank for April’s Fools Day. That is going to be my revenge.

I met up with my best friends and we talked. The last time we did that, it was after someone we had known had died. We are all enjoying freedom (kind of) from exams and professors and annoying classmates. It reminded me of the time after my Board exams, both the times, the way we all met up and sat chatting for hours, even though we met everyday. I wonder how many topics we found to talk so vastly on a daily basis.

But then I guess that is what true friendship is, like your favorite food, even better. No matter how many times you see them, you are offered that food [mine is pizza], you will still have something new to talk about and will always want to eat that food offered to you.


Here’s to friends whom you can prank, who will prank you in return and with whom you can talk for ages, days on tend. These are the relationships to cherish and remember.

Love always,

Nia Carnelio.

The Circle Of Life: Summer Photos

I live in the city of Mumbai, and in probably one of the quietest places here, without a ‘Silence’ sign. I like the peace of my locality which is broken every evening when hordes of kids come down to play, one of them is my brother. I like seeing them play in the same place that I did, I enjoy telling them the games we played but somehow they have already learnt about the games and have been playing them for ages. That’s a weird thing about games, every generation knows the same ones but no one really knows where they come from or who was the first person to suggest playing them or whatever. It’s one of the mysteries of life.

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In front of my building, there is a tree. Right now, as you can tell by the picture below, it is pretty dried up and looks like it is about to die. The tree looks like that each summer before the month of May comes along and makes the tree come alive with some beautiful May flowers. [I didn’t forget the name, May Flowers are what they are called.]

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That is kinda the circle of life, innit? Everything has a time and place, everything has to be born and everything has to die sometime.

“Rejoice as summer should…chase away sorrows by living.”
― Melissa Marr, Darkest Mercy

And I leave you with one last picture I took with my dying phone today. My phone’s time has come and it has served me well and I look forward to getting a new one [I just have to decide which one, suggestions are welcome] soon.

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Goodbye dear old phone and see you in full bloom soon dear tree,


Nia Carnelio.

Change Is The Only Thing Constant

Now, this post isn’t about the change you get while buying groceries or other things. It’s about the “Change is the only thing that’s constant,” saying that we have all heard at some point in our lives.

All my life I’ve been so sure that I have always welcome change in my life, rejoiced in it even, but today as I thought over it, I’m not so sure. All of a sudden, I see myself as this staunch, rigid, unchanging person who says she is willing to take risks but puts it down to laziness that she isn’t taking any.


One example is how touchy I am with my hair. Until fifth grade, I always sported a short boy-cut hairdo. But I grew out my hair from fifth grade until eighth grade before my mum left to work abroad and we cut it off because I was too young to tie my own plaits (braids) and my school mandated two plaits or ponytails. But my hair grew, as time passed, and I was too excited (puberty and adolescence) to chop it off again. But unfortunately, I took a bit too much stress during my  Boards and most of it fell out. So from having a bushy head of hair, akin to Hermione’s in the first movie, I went to a slightly normal volume of hair. But the change was unexpected and certainly not welcome, not when people kept telling me, “Oh, you had so much hair, what happened?” I know what happened, just shut up.

And after bungling through the first and second junior college years with shoulder length hair which did not co-operate one bit with me, I finally chopped off my hair to a shorter length last summer. And I love it. And now it’s growing again and I can’t stand it. A friend asked me why I didn’t straighten it, I refused saying that I’d already associated straight, sleek hair with girls who were really mean. [An all girls school can create several prejudices hard to shake.]

I have seen so many of the people I knew in junior college go far away, to different cities, countries, hell, different continents to study further. And they have all accepted the new beginning of their lives. They’ve changed their looks, their wardrobe, their attitudes, almost always to something to better than their previous ones. But I haven’t been able to.

And I think I have finally figured out why. I am afraid of change because I feel that changing myself would not be being true to myself, that I was forcing myself to change so people would like me better or that I fit in better, but most importantly, I would not be changing for myself.

Changing something as important as my dreams or something trivial as my hairstyle scares me that I am not being true to myself anymore. It’s like I am destroying a little eleven year old’s dream of a girl who didn’t change to conform to society. I’m shattering her dream that she grows up real and not someone who has to lie and change her appearance to be liked by others. And that she has friends who will support her no matter what she chooses to change in her life, her hairstyle, her dream or her choice of a favorite song.


And I’ve done one of the three,  I suppose, and the one that is most important. I’ve found friends who will support me in whatever I do and who will not say a word when my hair is out of place, or if I have black smudge on my nose because they don’t care that I look perfect when I sit next to them in the foyer or in the arches.

Just that I share my food with them.

Until next time,

Nia Carnelio.

Launching Summer 2015



My name is Nia Carnelio and I am an eighteen year old fangirl. This blog is for the sole purpose of documenting my summer, Summer 2015. On this blog I hope to write something everyday, or click a photo every day, make YouTube videos or well, do something productive or fun each day this summer. I want to read more, experience more and just have a brilliant summer.

In case you want to find me on my regular blog – Come say hello! My Twitter handle is @sleepyhollowkid.

Watch out for my posts, reviews, photographs and articles, everyday from April until May.

Until next time,

Nia Carnelio.


After all, every summer has a story to tell.