Book Review: Life With A Sprinkle Of Glitter by Louise Pentland

Have you ever read a book and loved it so much that you don’t even know how you could have lived without it? That’s how I feel about “Life With A Sprinkle Of Glitter” by Louise Pentland.

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In case you have not heard of her yet, Louise Pentland is a rather popular British blogger and youtuber also known under the name SprinkleOfGlitter on the internet. Since I’ve been following her on social media for quite a while, love her videos for their very special, positive vibe and truly admire her as a person, I was absolutely delighted when she revealed that she was working on her very own published book and obviously didn’t hesitate to pre-order it despite being out of money (whoops-a-daisies).

As the book was supposed to come out on 2nd July, I was rather curious when my neighbour handed me a little Amazon package this Saturday and went a teeny-tiny bit bonkers when I realised it had arrived early. In all the excitement, I couldn’t help but forget about my maths homework, other school work and driving test revision and instantly crawl into bed to start reading.

Even after the first page, I was so impressed. Of course, I was aware of Louise’s talent before and was therefore expecting “Life With A Sprinkle Of Glitter” to turn out lovely, but little did I know that it was gonna be one of the most perspective changing books I’ve ever came across.

From the very first word on, it was so different from everything else I’ve read before because it was not just an author telling a story but so much more than that. The way it is written simply makes you feel like Louise is sitting next to you on the sofa, telling you little tales from her life, chatting to you about cringe-y incidents, sharing little tips and tricks to make life more enjoyable and giving you exactly the pieces of advice you need. Everything about this book is so personal that I almost feel like Louise has become the bigger sister I never had but always wished I had.

Covering topics like education, socialising, bullying, love and dating, anxieties but also rather practical things such as crafting, beauty, decorating and various DIY-ideas, it offers the perfect blend and will probably come in handy in so many different occasions.

The contents are very varied, but chosen so well and put in such a good order that they make a perfect unit. Of course, there are some chapters that didn’t fully apply to me but I still enjoyed reading them just as much as the other ones as they are all so divinely written that you simply have to love them.

One chapter I particularly liked was the one dealing with comfort zones and how to step out of them. Since this is something I’m personally struggling with a lot, I can very well imagine myself grabbing Louise’s book and re-reading the chapter whenever I feel anxious and want to chicken out of something to regain a bit of courage and find the strength to give it a whirl despite my fears.

Additionally, I loved the part where she talked about body positivity because this is certainly something that is, sadly, very rarely talked about in our society and often seen as something that is connected with arrogance or general cockiness (which it definitely isn’t). As many other people, I still frequently struggle with accepting my quirks and flaws and tend to forget about my positive features. Therefore, this was such a wonderful reminder that we are all beautiful in our own, individual ways and that being proud of your beauty and confident in your body has nothing to do with self-obsession, but only brings you one step closer to becoming a happier person.

Before I get completely lost in rambling about all the brilliant aspects of this book and take away all the suspense, I would just quickly like to take a moment to appreciate the design of every single page – ’cause, holy guacamole – it’s blooming gorgeous. On some pages, there are tiny highlighted quotes that are so great that you kind of want to paint them on your walls, write them on every single item you own and tattoo them all over your body. I can’t even describe the details to you without understating their artistry, so all I’m gonna say is that if it was possible to fall in love with a book’s layout, then I’d most likely already have proposed to and married this one.

I know it’s not very professional to not give a critical opinion on a work when writing a book review, but to be honest with you, I couldn’t think of a single little thing I don’t like about “Life With A Sprinkle Of Glitter”. Reading it has made me feel so inspired and I dearly hope that, if you decide to read it as well (which you really should), it will make you feel just as warm and fuzzy on the inside as me.

All the love, 

Greta xx

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Feminism #1: To Do Away With Stereotypes

“Feminists are so dumb, they’re just ugly, sad women who can’t get a man”

“That’s obsolete, women and men are already equal, stop being ridiculous”

“You call yourself a feminist? You actually believe women are better than men? How can you support such a horrible movement?!”
feminist-stereotypes.jpg?w=300&h=140These are all actual quotes from people I talked to about feminism. Unbelievable, isn’t it? But the sad reality is: a majority of today’s society still has a completely wrong association with the term “feminism”. The image that many people still have in their minds is that feminists are unattractive, whiny, frustrated and men-hating attention-seekers who get angry about imagined insults for no reason at all; an image that couldn’t possibly be any further from the truth.

In fact, the spirit is the complete opposite. Feminism is not about pretending that women are
better than men, but about equality between the sexes. It’s not about being angry at men, but aboutFeminism fighting for justice for all genders. It’s not about overreacting or niggling, but about having a mind of one’s own and using it. It’s not about being too ugly to get a man, but about not accepting unrealistic body standards and degrading social norms anymore. It’s not about fussing without a reason, but about women wanting to express their opinions and being taken seriously instead of being looked down on. It’s not about hating sex, but about stopping rape culture. It’s not about hating men or discrimination, but about creating a society that doesn’t make a difference between sexes anymore, a society in which every member is treated with the respect they deserve and offered the same chances, regardless of their gender.

All those prejudices that keep making their way into people’s brains have caused various false assumptions which is why it’s absolutely indispensable to try to abolish them, starting with spreading what feminism is really about and not being afraid to call oneself a feminist as it’s simply not the naughty word it is often depicted as.


So if you belong to the rather large group of people who support equality, but don’t believe in feminism, then I’ve got some scandalous news for you: As a person who believes in social, economical and political equality between the sexes, you are, in fact, a feminist. Congratulations and welcome on board!


Well, so this was my very first post about feminism. I actually didn’t intend this to become a series but after writing the first paragraph, I felt like the topic is too comprising to deal with it in only one short blog entry which is why I decided to split it up and only begin with one of the many different aspects I’m planning to talk about. As this is a subject that is really near and dear to me, I would be very happy to read your opinion on it and I’m of course also open for suggestions for special issues or sub-topics you would like me to write about, so don’t hesitate to leave a comment below. Thank you so much for reading, have a wonderful week full of joy. xx

Falling In Love With Strangers And Embarrassing Myself On Public Transport (Story-Time!)

Do you ever sit on the train listening to music and watching other people in your compartment when you suddenly spot someone really fascinating, stare at them throughout the entire ride, develop the biggest crush on them and are left broken hearted when they get off because you’ll never see them again? That’s what happens to me at least once a week.

You can presumably either completely relate to this and are thinking something like “YES YES YES; SHE UNDERSTANDS ME” right now or you are utterly weirded out already, in which case I am terribly sorry.

Anyhow, I’m gonna recount some of my funniest and, most importantly, embarrassing moments with cute strangers on public transport now, so feel free to laugh at me because you’ve certainly got all reason to. I promise you’ll feel a lot less socially awkward compared to me, so have fun reading! 🙂

The Karaoke Encounter

Alrighty, let’s start off with a classic. It was a wonderful school-day in spring, the sun was shining without it being too hot, I had just gotten two A’s in my favourite subjects at school, had talked to my favourite people and was taking the bus home where my mum was already preparing pizza for lunch. Couldn’t get much better, innit? My mood was on such a high note that I just had to put on my headphones and listen to One Direction on maximum volume to celebrate my happiness. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw a bloke looking just the same as Niall Horan sitting only two seats away from me and was even more chuffed when I noted that he kept smiling at me during the entire bus ride. Little did I know the reason for his amusement… until it eventually hit me – I had been singing the lyrics to “What Makes You Beautiful” for the entire bus ride without even noticing. BABY, YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE, THE WAY YOU FLIP MY HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED!

The “Nearly Kiss”

It doesn’t sound all bad if you only read the headline, does it? The sad truth is, it was beyond bad. Basically, I was peacefully sitting in my seat listening to Ed Sheeran and reading a book, when a guy stepped in and sat right across from me. He had his headphones on as well and looked as if he was kind of lost in a daydream which somehow made him seem even more interesting. After awkwardly staring at him over the top of my book and wondering what he might be thinking about for about 5 minutes, it was time for me to get off. To make sure I won’t miss my stop, I stood up quite early to make my way to the door when the train suddenly jerkily stopped  for no reason at all – which caused me to fall and land head-first on top of the stranger, my cheek crashing against his jawbone in the attempt to at least prevent me from accidentally kissing him. After I had said sorry at least 50 times, he fortunately recovered from his shock, mumbled something like “It’s all right” and grinned at me until we arrived at my stop.

The Bag Incident

As you can already conclude from the story before this one, brakes really don’t seem to like me. A few weeks later, I was once more on my way back home from a little shopping tour through Cologne. Actually, I found quite a lot of things which is why I carried 3 huge bags with me, one of them a big cardboard one with those kinda sharp edges. No prices for guessing which one I smashed right into the face of the lad sitting next to me when I tried to get up and the train stopped dead once again…

The Puking Drug Addict

The first part of this actually doesn’t really have anything to do with having a crush on someone or anything like that but it’s so cringeworthy that I simply can’t leave it out, so here we go: It was a Friday afternoon; school had just ended and I immediately went to the station where I wanted to catch the train to the city to go to a little meet-up of some German youtubers I absolutely loved at the time. Obviously, I was super excited to finally see them in real life which is why I didn’t think much of it when I started feeling a bit sick. It’s perfectly normal to feel a little nauseous when you’re nervous, right? So I took a deep breath and got onto the train when I saw the two exchange students from Taiwan and Mexico from my grade who had only arrived a few days ago sitting right next to the door. Despite not having talked a word to them before, I thought to myself “Oh, that’s a good opportunity to connect with them, they seem nice and I could do with some distraction from my queasiness anyways” and spontaneously decided to say hello and sit next to them which turned out to be one of the worst ideas I ever had. At first, everything went quite well and we even chatted a bit until I slowly felt my sickness getting worse and worse. Only a few stops before we reached central station, the train went faster and it happened – I threw up all over the seat, the aisle and myself. Most of the people sitting beside me hastily rushed out of the compartment but the two girls were nice enough to stay with me although one of them seemed as if she was close to emulating my deeds whereas the other one kept throwing tissues at me.

While I was still struggling to overcome this dreadful experience, the next one was already awaiting for me. Exactly one week later, I wanted to go to another meet-up and, how surprising, once again didn’t feel all too well. Nevertheless, I somehow managed not to vomit on the train but when I had just begun to believe that it was over, I spotted a youtuber standing only 3 metres away from me on the platform. And guess what – I got so outraged and jubilant that I puked right on the floor with a huge crowd of people standing around me. And when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, a father pointed at me and said to his son: “Oh gosh, just look at those drug addicts and drunks, they can’t even hold in their own spew anymore, how disgusting. And she can’t be much older than 14 as well, what a sad, sad existence for a girl at such a young age! This is why you should never take drugs, my dear.”…

Do  you have any similar stories to tell? I’d love to hear some of your awkward or funny encounters as well, so feel free to share them in the comments below! x