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skyfallscotland · 5 months ago

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Twisted Love, by Ana Huang 📷

“I never claimed to be Prince Charming, and my love isn’t a fairy-tale type of love. I’m a fucked-up person with fucked-up morals. I won’t write you poems or serenade you beneath the moonlight. But you are the only woman I have eyes for."

I was so close to DNF'ing this, and honestly, I hate-read my way to the end. It's a shame really, because I feel like Huang isn't a bad writer per se, but her characters are completely intolerable (to me) and she needed to make better choices about what was included in this book.

Firstly, this book has every trope you could possibly imagine and I am not exaggerating. This is every wattpad story ever written crammed into one (too long tbh) book. Brother's best friend, grumpy-sunshine, billionaire CEO who doesn't like anyone else, crazy ex-boyfriend, one bed, family members out for your money, family members who wanted to kill you, oh shit actually you're adopted—everything. EVERYTHING. It's too much.

And even if we put that aside...let's move onto the characters.

Ava: the girl with so much trauma she has night terrors and a mysterious past she can't remember, whose father acts like he hates her, whose ex stalks and manhandles her, and oh yeah, she's SO nice and SO happy and just the BEST PERSON EVER all the fucking time, because none of that affected her. At all. ✔️ Check.

Alex: What isn't Alex Volkov? No seriously, what can't he do? And that's not a compliment.

He drove the same way he walked, talked, and breathed—steady and controlled, with an undercurrent of danger warning those foolish enough to contemplate crossing him that doing so would be their death sentence.

Alex’s parents had died when he was young and left him a pile of money he’d quadrupled the value of when he came into his inheritance at age eighteen. Not that he’d needed it, because he’d invented a new financial modeling software in high school that made him a multimillionaire before he could vote. With an IQ of 160, Alex Volkov was a genius, or close to it. He was the only person in Thayer’s history to complete its five-year joint undergrad/ MBA program in three years, and at age twenty-six, he was the COO of one of the most successful real estate development companies in the country. He was a legend, and he knew it.

“I’m not bragging. I have hyperthymesia, or HSAM. Highly superior autobiographical memory. Look it up.”

Stop. Please, I'm begging you.

And if you thought that might have just been her thoughts about him, well...

I didn’t do sweet nothings or lovemaking. I fucked a certain way, and only a specific type of woman was into that shit. Not hard-core BDSM, but not soft. No kissing, no face-to-face contact. Women agreed, then tried to change it up halfway through, after which I’d stop and show them the door.

You like to take a woman from behind and throw in some dirty talk and degradation babe, it's really not that deep 🥴

It's giving ✨i'm not like other guys✨

So anyway after we filter through at least 3178920 predictable plots and sideplots and just sideways journeys that didn't really need to be in here, finally we get to a third-act breakup (his choice) after which he decides he doesn't like (his choice) and decides to stalk her. For over a year.

“I’ll file a restraining order against you. Have you arrested for stalking.” “You can try, but I can’t guarantee my friends in the British government will comply.” His face darkened. “And if you think I’m leaving you alone and unprotected anywhere, you don’t know me at all.”

Ummm bro, the only danger to her here is you, are you kidding me? And sunny old Ava who was literally stalked by her last boyfriend (and it was a whole damn plot point) is like you know what, I love this guy who's stalking me! I'll give him another chance! Sure!

But wait, wait, wait, only after he serenades her with a love song. I'm not kidding. Oh, and you guessed it—voice of an angel, because there's nothing Alex Volkov can't do.

Personally I feel like ten years have passed since I picked up this book yesterday and some chick was stranded in the rain on the side of the road.

Also, minus ten points for

thick, and hard as a steel pipe—

Just...no. Just no.

I'd love to have something more positive to say but I really don't have anything. The side characters were more tolerable than the main characters and that's the only reason I'm wondering if I should subject myself to the next book in the series, but honestly? I really don't think I can. I wish I'd picked up one of the fanfics on my TBR instead 😶

#read with amy 🤓#twisted love by ana huang #twisted love spoilers

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hyperthymesiaassociates · 8 months ago

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Artificial intelligence (AI) is not just a buzzword anymore—it’s transforming industries, businesses, and our everyday lives. From self-driving cars to voice-activated personal assistants, AI software development has become the backbone of many technological advancements. But what truly elevates AI’s impact is its ability to learn, adapt, and evolve in ways that were once unimaginable.

#ai solutions #ai #ai research and development

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learnwithbob-blog · 5 years ago

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I finally got partially over my fear

Hi, my name is Michael.

I am a 24 man with high functioning autism and a small speech problem.

for many years i have wanted to to create educational videos about life/interesting stuff in the world (i also get many ideas from reddit) on youtube.

i started many channels but my because of my anxiety, hate comments about my video subjects/voice +the fact that english isn't my mother language and just general low self esteem i always gave up and quit/delete the channel.

well now, somewhat 10 year too late after i worked on myself i decided to start again.

i do still feel some insecurity about my voice and because of it at least for my first video/future videos i use a decent STT software. (this is why i wrote i just partially got over my fear lol)

i hope that soon i will be able to use my own voice and have a better self esteem.

as of this week i am going to try to upload bi-weekly (3-10) minutes about various interesting topics i find i the world.

i just uploaded my first video after years of not touching an editing software and doing this again reminded me how much i loved it. as i upload more videos i know my editing and video structure will get alot better!

i just wanted to generally thank the community of reddit because not matter how bad i feel some days or how bad and stupid is a question i want to know the answer for or if i just want to pass many hours with laughs and good times i know i can come here.

i know this is a little shameless but i do want to plug my channel and get people here to see, give me ideas, and good critique about how to make my video/video structure/ editing etc. better i really believe that this will be a part of my personal growth :)

it gets me very excited knowing there will be people here and in the world that will be with me from the start and witness my personal and professional development of my life and video making in the foreseeable future.

and one last time, i want to thank you all!

youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChssSdUobUJJw5FDQBRIfrw

first vide:

hyperthymesia- The people who remember everything

#anxitey #autism #autistic #spectrum #education #youtube #artists on tumblr #art #learning #diy #video #motivation #excited #daily #future

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a-travels · 6 years ago

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taken: jun 15, 2017 Shravanbelagola, Karnataka, India

remember me

Surprise! Another photo from India.

Memory is a funny thing, you have to force yourself to remember things you actually need to know, like info for an exam or your significant others birthday, while you can’t seem to forget the things you want to, like how you embarrassed yourself in front of your 1st grade class or that stupid thing you did at a party freshman year. Before you ask, these aren’t all personal experiences I’m speaking of, though I guess my denial may only solidify the suspicion. Back to the point, memory is something some people crave, wishing that they could remember names or faces better, while some with hyperthymesia crave the freedom of not remembering the number of buttons on their 3rd grade teacher’s dress on the last day of school (again not me, but I’ve read about this sort of stuff). One time you know you want to remember something, at least I know I do, is when I travel or visit somewhere. Until recently, I didn’t have my DSLR, only relying on my phone for a shot of something. And don’t get me wrong, my phone took great photos, but somehow it led to my interest in getting my camera and taking photos.

I was talking with a friend about the idea of taking photos to remember things, how they’ll take a picture of food, or of something funny with their friends and save it so they can look back and “remember the good times”. I know at one point I was very shutter-happy, trying to take pictures and snaps of everything, sharing it and saving it. For the most part, I don’t find myself grabbing my phone to take a photo of something, even with the incredible hardware and software that I carry daily in my pocket. I was recently looking through my Instagram and seeing how much, quite frankly, rubbish I posted. Ultimately, I realized after a point that I wasn’t going back to old pictures, old snaps, old Instagram posts to reminisce. I found myself remembering what I wanted to remember and just having my photos left burning a hole in some Dropbox server where ever they have it. So I stopped.

But yeah, you know those things I said about my phone, throw that out when I am traveling. Somehow I revert back to my shutter-happy phase, trying to snap a picture of anything that looks interesting or cool. But in that conversation I mentioned, the point came up, where I started asking myself, what am I thinking about when I nestle my eye in my eyecup, hunch over and click that shutter button. Why am I taking those photos? Do I want to remember where I am, what I saw, what I felt? I know I’m not inclined to share those photos with everyone, except with all four of you here on the blog, or maybe now on my revamped Instagram. I don’t even honestly look back at a bunch of my old photos, so what’s the use?

How is a movie any different from real life? A movie is just a series of pictures strung together successively, played one after another and paired with sound. What separates that from what you see every day - that you can sense it, touch it, taste it, smell it? Well, you certainly can’t relive it. A movie is the same set of images that you can rewatch, re-experience over and over again. You can’t re-experience a life again (as much as one may want to). And yet, I still find myself stuck on the shutter, out of some far-fetched notion that I can vicariously re-live my life or re-live the experience from that photo. It’s very rare that a moment can encapsulate a whole experience. And that’s not to say a sweaty family picture with flush, smiling faces doesn’t capture a moment any more or any less than a candid shot of your up-tight friend letting loose at senior prom.

Quite frankly, I think a lot of the time I just see something interesting and want to see if I can recreate that view or what I see through a camera. But, I also think a small part captures something, hoping to relive that moment. Having life is different from living life, and I think ultimately living life comprises a collection of experiences that shape you as a person, helps you grow, learn more, and be who you are. There are obviously better times in life than others and a picture can simply be an attempt to encapsulate that experience. And that’s not to say a picture means the same thing to everyone. As much as I like sharing my pictures with you guys, they ultimately mean something different to me than they do to you. That’s not to discourage anyone from sharing a photo, but it is personally why I only share my photos with so few people. Whatever they mean to me, I can’t count on everyone I’ve ever met understanding my thoughts or appreciating a picture the way I might, so why put it out there? It’s not like I’m trying to get discovered or get hired or something.

Just like I mentioned all the way back in my first ever post here, there’s a lot of agency in holding a camera, perhaps more than one may realize. I would never tell anyone how to live their life, but I worry the instinct now, with a camera in almost everyone’s pocket, is that appreciation for its power is rarely as understood as it should be. Yes, these are devices that have shared us powerful videos of protestors getting brutally assaulted by law enforcement, holding truth to power and offering unadulterated looks into life in pockets of the world. Meanwhile, the same sort of device is the first instinct when a pretty plate of food comes out, or when you want to show where you are, or who you’re with. Again, that is for each person to decide how to use their phone or camera, but I just ask to what end? I ask that question to myself on my travels, to what end am I instinctually pulling out my camera at every interesting thing I see, or interesting locale I find?

I have to think myself about why I use my camera and what good is it for if not for capturing a memory or just burning a hole in my hard drive with my other thousands of photos. But I whether I remember this in the heat of the moment, when the opportunity to take the shot arises, only time will tell.

And so it goes.

tl;dr - Remember me, though I have to say goodbye. Remember me, don’t let it make you cry.

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