I love to read and write. For many years (many years ago), I did both on a daily basis until life bombarded me with so many distractions as to successfully lead me astray from some of my favorite pastimes. Now that I’m fully immersed in adulthood (shudder) and knee-deep in the mind-numbing and prosaic cycle of hell that is my daily commute and job, I have rediscovered my love for the written word. Reading is my escape from the banality of the daily grind.
I have a tendency to really fall in love with a book or the characters within it. (I can think of a few books in which the word “obsession” would probably be a more accurate description – does the name Jamie Fraser ring a bell?) When this happens, I feel compelled to talk about it and spread the potential joy of said amazing book to anyone and everyone around me. My friends, coworkers, and especially my husband, usually accept the brunt of my musings with awe-inspiring grace. That being said, I’m creating this blog as an outlet for my literary ramblings and a potential reprieve for my nearest and dearest. Of course, I don’t plan on limiting myself to writing only about books, but hopefully I can at least stop calling my husband at work to tell him about mind-blowing plot twists and character developments that he has absolutely no interest in whatsoever. (I wouldn’t hold my breath, though.)