Entry 1 : Introduction

I don't really know why I decided to start this blog. I think it's because I have so many thoughts in my head about the things that I read that I want to share them with someone.

This blog is going nowhere. No one is going to get the link to this and be able to read what I think about the books that I read. But, I'm going to pretend that I am sharing my thoughts with people who actually want to hear them.

I am going to be writing about books. Maybe one of the most boring topics a person can write about, but screw them. For some reason I find it so odd when I get praised for reading books. When I'm sitting on my sun porch and my family members always say something along the lines of -- oh my goodness you've read that much -- or -- I can't believe you're still out here reading -- . Like it's literally reading. People do it every day. I just do it more than others.

The books that I read aren't like, what middle aged moms read, or like, those romance novels that have that fucking Fabio guy on the cover. I like, like, a few different genres. Sci-fi, young adult, fantasy are just a few of the genres that I like reading. 

I do appreciate a good romance in there. Like every BookTok reader ever, I am a sucker for a good enemies to lovers trope. I actually get all of my book recommendations from BookTok. I've actually found like maybe 95% of the books I read over the summer from TikTok. 

I don't really have a plan moving forward with this blog. Maybe I'll update it every other day or literally every other month, I don't know. I just have so many thoughts in my head, which sounds dumb but like, it's true. 

I'm tired of writing my thoughts on snapchat pictures and saving them so I can see them a year later. The feeling that I get when I'm reading a good book is nothing I've ever felt before. I like having all these stories in my head and I like reading what other people have created. 

This is kind of going to be an extension of my book spreadsheet, which I am so freaking proud of. I have more to say than just the little comments that I write when I finish books. I'm going to talk about books that I've already read and books that I'm going to read in the future.

There are so many books that I've read that have left me quite speechless, or they leave me thinking about them for literally weeks on end. 

Caroline and I went to Barnes and Noble over the weekend and I was so happy that I found someone here who loves and APPRECIATES books as much as I do. Last night, I also just found out that Jessie likes reading, too. And the same kinds of books that I do. I was literally amazed and finding people like that makes me so happy. Like SO fucking happy. 

I remember in elementary school, at the beginning of the year, I don't remember which one, we were given an assignment and we had to write out a scenario about our perfect day. Some kids talked about going to theme parks or going to the beach. I clearly remember that I said my perfect day was staying home, reading, and eating goldfish. 

I'm not even shitting your dick.

Neither of my parents and none of my sisters enjoy reading, so sometimes I wonder why I like reading so much. Maybe it's because I had a weird kind of depressive childhood (which had nothing to do with my family) and reading brought me to other places that I loved so much.

I think I got my love of reading from Papa. We would go to Borders or Barnes and Noble and get books and he would tell us stories before going to bed. He was always so good at telling stories, and transporting us to a whole new place. 

He's always someone I want to share my books with because I know he'll appreciate it and be proud of me. I know my family is impressed with me because I read so much, but I feel like Papa understands that I get engrossed in the book and read because I WANT TO. 

This introduction is probably too long, and to all my invisible readers thank you for reaching this point. I hope my humble beginnings make you want to read as much as I do.