So I'm doing the 52 books in 52 weeks challenge thingamajig.
Honestly, I read more than that, so the challenge portion of it is a bit of a moot point. But I'm going to spin the challenge and read books that I probably would take my sweet time reading otherwise, in addition to my normal load.
I'm a bit of a bibliophile.
I've read books ever since I was little. They were my oasis in an otherwise chaotic life. They were my friends and my obsessions. And they helped shape who I am. Oscar Wilde, Emily Dickenson, Mary Shelley. Joseph Conrad, Silvia Plath, Eric Carle. There's too many to list, too many authors whose works were a beacon in the darkness for me.
I love the smell of books. That slightly dusty aroma that slowly pervades the olfactory senses. It smells like home to me. Like pages that have yet to be read, ideas that have yet to be explored, creativity that has yet to be unleashed.
So, stay tuned for some book reviews.