I started blogging because of books.
Because for as long as I can remember, I’ve been the girl who reads. The one who carries a book wherever she goes, who feels lost without one, who often chooses the world within pages over the real one. When I was in middle school, I was made fun of for putting Harry Potter in my health book and reading during class. There’s a very memorable college party where, once the drinks came out, I told my friends, “Please don’t be offended if I read.” My grandmother, equally bookish, tried to pry me out of my book occasionally to be with family, “The book will still be there tomorrow,” she promised.
Because, when my grandmother died, I turned to Joan Didion and Betty Smith to help me make some kind of sense of it, even when the answer was, “It will never make sense.” Because when my boyfriend and I first started dating, we bonded over The Time Traveler’s Wife. “Here,” he said to me. “Read this book.” And I read it and fell in love, with him and with Audrey Niffenegger. Because all these years later, I still remember the blue bathing suit I was wearing when I finished reading A Wrinkle In Time for the first time and I felt in my tiny 10-year-old heart that the world had surely changed, because I felt different.
I started blogging because there wasn’t enough room in my body for all these books. I had to share.
I blog because otherwise, I would have read The Stand, Mrs. Dalloway and 2666 alone. Because I’m not sure I would have picked up another YA novel if it weren’t for Chris and Daphne and Steph Su. Because I would probably still think that comics were for boys and people who didn’t like words, obviously, if it weren’t for Ana. Because when I begged for recommendations for RIP IV, Eva and Care recommended Something Wicked This Way Comes, and now it’s one of my favorite novels. Because of all the people who have taken the time to comment on this blog. Because now, I read more poetry than ever because you inspired me and reminded me. Because every book I’ve reread recently or I plan on rereading (The Secret History, The Knife of Never Letting Go, The Night Circus, and Something Wicked This Way Comes) are, in all honesty, books I never would have read if you hadn’t suggested it.
Because of all the times we have exchanged emails detailing what we liked and didn’t like about the Hunger Games movie. Because of all the times we’ve emailed about things that are not books, like recipes and our health and college and life in general. Because of all the times you’ve made me push the boundaries of my reading comfort zones, when it was successful and when it wasn’t. Because of all the books that I call “favorite” that you have recommended over the years.
I keep blogging because of books, but also because of all of you.