So, this blog. Here goes nothing.
Are you ready for the understatement of the year? I read a lot of books. Like, I read a lot of books.
This probably doesn’t come as much of a surprise to anyone who has known me for any extended period of time. I have always been a reader.
In childhood I begged my parents to read story after story to me, and my favorite poet was Edgar Allen Poe before I properly knew how to write. I positively devoured the Lord of the Rings and the Chronicles of Narnia before the start of middle school, and in eighth grade my copy of Atonement by Ian McEwan kept residence on my night stand. By the time I hit high school, I already thought I was way too cool to read all those popular books coming out. YIKES.
Things didn’t improve much when I naturally progressed into being an English major in college. I still read a lot of books, but very rarely let myself read anything that wasn’t a classic or wasn’t written by a National Book Award nominee. And before you ask, I’m all too aware of how insufferable I must have been before the age of 22. It took a good deal of distance and time away from my undergraduate graduation for me to discover how much I had been missing for all those years.
This blog is, in large part, my way of making up for all the books I missed when I couldn’t be bothered to pick up something that wasn’t written by Jane Austen or Virginia Woolf. I’ve discovered that there are so many books that I missed– books that are no longer even discussed in the most populated bookish communities because they were written five or ten years ago. There are so many of these books on the back shelves of every bookstore and library which I never gave a chance. There are so many authors writing today and doing incredible things in their respective spaces. And, yes, there are so many classics I still want to read.
This blog is also, of course, just my way to talk about the books that I love and the books that I couldn’t quite finish. Because what does a pretentious English major do when she graduates and no longer has a classroom full of peers or a party full of friends to hear her talk about Borges and James Joyce?
I guess she starts a blog.