I will read anything, anytime and anywhere. It’s the best known fact about me in my offline life. It doesn’t matter if it’s a bestselling YA book, a magazine about radio communication or the back of a shampoo bottle whilst sitting on the toilet; I adore words.
There is something amazing about the way words make us feel. How an author can use them to transport us into a different world altogether. As Charlie Brooker recently said “Apparently, you just have to glance at some sort of ink code printed on paper and images and sounds magically appear in your head, enacting the story. Sounds far-fetched to me, but we’ll see.”
Of course, back before the internet being a ‘reader’ wasn’t the best career choice. There were careers that involved reading, but not many and not easily accessible. I found myself studying more sensible courses and kept my reading in a box marked ‘hobby’. A solo hobby too, since none of my friends were really ‘into’ books.
It wasn’t until a few years ago after realising that my love of reading was also a love of writing, that I discovered book blogging. A dream came true that day. Not a dream of becoming a millionaire from words, but a dream of being able to expand that hobby into something a little more. I started my blog because I wanted to join the community, find like-minded friends and share my love for words.
I wanted to make it career even if it was unpaid.
So I kept my day job to pay the bills and set about making my blog a reality. Unfortunately study got in the way and I recently finished a degree in English Literature. The study I should have been doing all along even if it did lead to a lengthy hiatus whilst I learned.
Of course, I did have my reservations. The one reason I didn’t want to book blog?
I thought I would be terrible at it.
I am so glad I didn’t let that hold me back.