So, I wasn’t sure what I was going to post about today. I didn’t want to do another book tag and I knew that I wouldn’t have A Court of Mist And Fury done in time to put together a nice and thoughtful review. I feel like if I’m going to do it next week, it’ll probably go up on that Monday. I’m hoping to finish it this weekend then I’ll throw together my review and it’ll hopefully be up Monday. Don’t hold me to it, though.
But, like I was saying, I wasn’t sure what to post today and I really didn’t want to do another book tag. I love doing them but because I haven’t read any new books, I feel the answers would be the same as the last one and it just wouldn’t be interesting. I could have done my auto-buy authors but I want to read more of a variety. I’m at 3 right now that I would buy no matter what.
If you hadn’t noticed by the title, I decided to talk about my bookish history. I mentioned it briefly in a previous post and asked if anyone wanted to hear it. No one said anything but I know that this post won’t take too much effort to do. After doing the Hamilton Book Tag (you can check it out here), I needed a break from tagging everything. Well, let’s get into it.
I used to adore reading. It was always a huge part of my life. I used to go to the library in school anytime I had a free period. I had a forever hall pass to get there. I was friends with the librarians. I specifically remember the set ups of all the libraries in my Elementary and Junior High schools. I loved reading more than anything else.
Well, I got to Junior High and I read Twilight. That’s where it all ended. I adored those books so much that I wanted to read more like them. But, I just kept going back to the Twilight books. I read them and reread them and reread them. They were my Harry Potter. Except, I had never read Harry Potter.
When I got to high school, it got to the point where I would rather talk and joke with my friends in my free time than read a book. I was also huge in Myspace Roleplaying. I was addicted. That was the point in my life where I stopped reading and focused specifically on writing. I was young and dumb and didn’t think about the fact to improve my writing, I had to read more.
Anyway, I ended up pretty much losing my love for reading. Then I read Fifty Shades of Grey. I didn’t get my love back but it kind of started my reading again. Kind of. I felt the need to be an “adult” and read “adult” books. So, here I was reading James Patterson.
I was enjoying them at first. I claimed that I would read through all of them. Except, they were getting worse and worse for me. I realized that I HATE crime novels where the criminal is just some random person. I decided to read Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco since it had Patterson’s name on it.
Well, that book right there. That’s the one that got me back into reading like I used to. I absolutely adored that book. It had me fangirling over books once again. I ended up stumbling upon BookTube and I was done for. I now have a TBR list longer than a ten year old’s Christmas list.
Of course, I am so behind now on everything that everyone has read. I mean, my best example is that I’m currently reading Harry Potter for the first time ever. I just read Hunger Games. All the big names that everyone has read, I haven’t. I feel like my book tags aren’t enough. I feel like I shouldn’t have started my blog just yet. But I wanted to fangirl and I know that people will accept me despite my lack of book knowledge.
Well, that’s about it. I mean, I don’t think I have anything else to say. So, I’ll end this here and go read ACOMAF. What book got you into reading or back into reading?