DISCLAIMER: There is some serious rambling in the following blog post, side effect include: boredom, frustration and ermmm boredom again!

Throughout this year I’ve felt like I’ve tried my best to avoid writing blog posts about my personal life. Since I’ve started I might’ve written about 3 or 4 that are actually a little more personal, and that’s simply because I feel like I’m maybe more of a private person?

But at the same time, I want you as a reader to get to know the person behind these blog posts! At the end of the day there are 1000’s of other book blogs and I’ve realised that my character is what differentiates me from them, right?

I thought I’d start with something that for me was a no brainer! Probably something I should’ve posted months ago! That’s how I got into reading, and more importantly, why I read.

I’ve always LOVED reading, for as long as I can remember I’ve always been on the hunt for a good book to read. My favourite author as a child was Roald Dahl. OH MY GOD, I LOVED READING HIS BOOKS. Every time I see his books on the shelf they take me back to my childhood… My favourite book was James and the Giant Peach: ( uhhhhh nostalgic feels right there)


I was never allowed to read the Harry Potter series as a child because my mum would always say they were too scary. Even as a 15 year old I couldn’t watch the films while she was around :’D! In her defence I’m someone who is scared by anything! I literally have to sleep with a lamp on in my room whilst listening to something ( radio, podcast or even just a news channel) otherwise I can’t fall asleep! (What a surprise, my rambling has taken me to expressing my fear of the dark, 10/10 for staying focused !)

But I think as I grew older, from about 13-15 I stopped reading. Or at most read  a few books a year, as a kid I was just so distracted by other forms of entertainment that basically required less of my attention and imagination!

As I grew up I started reading more, but it was still not enough ( when I compare to how many books I read now!). Maybe I’d read a book every month… There was no excuse, I was just lazy and after a long day at school I just wanted to go online and watch ’til my eyes started twitching (probably why I wear glasses full time now :’D).

What I started to notice was that after finishing a book I would have this urge to write down how I feel. At the time I didn’t have a book blog (I didn’t even know book blogging was a thing!) So I would literally just sit there typing on and on about my reading experience.

It was maybe over a year ago, I visited my local book shop and found that they had a clearance section. Let me tell you that is any book lovers heavennnnnnnnnn.  There were books that were brand new, for like 50p which is about 60cents. I literally found The Infernal Devices, The Mortal Instruments, books by Danielle Steele, Lisa Gardner etc. I even got a Feast for Crows ( do I have the first book in that series? Nope). It’s safe to say I went a little crazy and pretty much cleared out their shelves :’D.

So I’m just looking over how much I’ve written and I’m thinking no one is going to sit there and read that :’D. I think I’ll end this post here. !f you’re interested in these kind of posts let me know and who knows, in the next post, my journey continues… * Tumbleweed*