My fiancé knows that when I’m feeling sad, nervous, or any other negative feelings, the best way to cheer me up is to take me to a bookstore and let me be among the books.
He knows that one of the best ways to bring up my mood is to let me browse titles, take in cover art, and dream of a day when I might see my own writing on one of those shelves.
Reading as a teenager
For as long as I can remember, I have always felt the safest and the most at home in bookstores. When I was living in Niagara Falls, Canada, you could find me at Chapters at least once a week, and the Book Outlet in the days following payday.
I referred to myself as an avid reader for the majority of my teen years. I was obsessed with V.C. Andrews, Rachel Cohn, and any poetry I could find.
But looking back, I spent more time collecting books — classics like Wuthering Heights, or anything with eye-catching cover at Costco — than actually reading them. I’ll be completely honest, I think I’ve only read the first 10 or so pages of Wuthering Heights, if that, since the spine is barely broken.
Continue reading “Rekindling my love for reading (Part I)”
When I set out to read a new work of fiction, I often choose
one of two ways:
- Straight up pick the book by its cover & blurb, which usually works out for me. Like the time I saw this edition of The Girl Who Saved The King of Sweden by Jonas Jonasson and decided I needed it. That was a great read!
- Or I read what I “should” – by that I mean that I look to see what the book bloggers are reading and make my decision that way.
When choosing to (attempt to) read The Lesser Bohemians by Eimer Mcbride, I opted to choose the book by its cover & blurb in hopes that I would have the same experience as with the Jonasson book. Boy was I ever wrong.
Continue reading “Book Review: The Lesser Bohemians by Eimear Mcbride”
I’m sorry for letting you down. I’m sorry for committing so strongly to you and allowing the rest of my life to get in the way.
Wait… no. I’m not sorry. This is not a “letting down” or a failure in any way. This is life. Sometimes, we make commitments that we just can’t keep. And for me, unfortunately, this was one of those times.
Continue reading “A(n open) letter to NaNoWriMo”
I am a girl. I am 25. I am a bride-to-be. I am a writer. I am a
sister, daughter, friend, a pizza enthusiast.
I am also a cancer survivor. Friends and family know this about me, and most people I encounter deduct this about me because I still wear a hat.
It really grinds my gears that sometimes people can only see me as the last person on that list. Most of the time, I really feel like that is the only thing people can see about me. But a few weeks ago, my perspective shifted after an (initially infuriating) exchange with a course mate.
Continue reading “Car sharing and my self-image”
I wasn’t sure what I was going to post about this week, but I think I’m so excited about this that it’s really the only thing I can post.
I have a home office. Look!
Continue reading “Prepping for NaNoWrimo in my Home Office”