Hello loves. Welcome to the blog equivalent of a messy bun! While you could easily find most of this information by checking out the About section, I figured I'd take the time to personally write it out. I really like letters, and find writing blog posts like letters to my invisible friends I don't even know exist (yes, I was the kid that had imaginary friends for too long; in my defense, most of them were book characters). It's May, 2020 and the world is battling in an intense game of Apocalypse Bingo where winning might mean utter doom. So for some sunshine, and to get my therapist off my case (insert a pray to the universe my therapist doesn't find my blog), I decided to finally pursue the idea of starting a book blog. It's something I've thought about for a long time, but lack of confidence, perfectionism, and not actually understanding how computers work have kept me to keeping my book loving rambles to my other literary friends. Part of the reason for starting this blog now is because I'm not reading. Strange, yet definitely not an unheard of concept (I will never claim to be original). During my high school days, books were my life. If I didn't have one in my hand, it was sitting underneath my desk. I convinced my mom to let me stay home sick from school once because I wanted to finish the Hunger Games series and knew trying to learn algebra wasn't going to work for me that day. Once college started, my personal life fell into too much turmoil to keep reading. Or, I felt that way. Even though I was an English major, I struggled to read even the assigned works, and for several years I read a max of 5 personal reads. My last semester on campus, I took a course on Young Adult Literature, originally designed for education majors with some tweaks to include it in gen. ed. listings, it was my saving grace. I read every book in that class, every book in all of my other class, and once I left campus, continued reading 2-3 books a week. This momentum did not stop for almost 2 years! I loved it! But October hit. Some life things happened, and I've read a total of 13 books since. What I've learned from this is that I am someone who feels better when I'm reading. But if I don't feel okay, I won't read. This is a challenging aspect of mental illnesses, but I'm hoping to combat MI with MI. And potentially work on other things along the way. The hope is this blog makes me feel like someone out there is holding me accountable to keep reading, keep posting reviews, sharing average pictures of amazing books and cats. And once I can get a momentum going, then I also have this amazing space to continue to engage with other bookish people! Another goal is to work on this nagging need to have things be perfect. Full disclosure: I've been working on this site for almost a month. And by working on it, I mean it's been waiting to be published while I barely work on it because I get so anxious it's not perfect. (wow, I'm really starting on a strong note for all of you, I promise I'm not always this much of a hot mess). It's been suggested by people (aka my therapist) that forcing myself to do this despite the lack of perfection, might make me become more comfortable with allowing things to be as they are. So welcome. Feel free to tag along for the journey that will definitely be a mess for a while. Hopefully, it ends up being okay. Stay bookish and safe!
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Hello, love! Please, don't mind the cat hair. I'm a lover of all genres (except romance, ironic, I know), and potentially --accidentally-- obsessed with feminist literary theory. Feel free to scroll around, hopefully see a few cats, and find a good new book or two!
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