I have always described myself as a reader, before most anything else. At different times I’ve been a martial arts student, a horseback rider, a roller skater, a crafter. I have been a mother (of now-adult offspring), and a food service worker, but I have always been a genre reader, even when I have struggled to read.
(I like to say that Paul Féval’s Le Bossu made me a reader before I knew how to read 1, that Agatha Christie made me a mystery reader by the time I turned nine, and that finding a copy of E.M. Hull’s The Sheik–just shy of turning eleven–made me a genre romance reader)
I also tend to think things to death. And lately, I have been thinking a lot about how I blog and review (again). And you, lucky people, get to learn what I’ve been thinking.
Given the absolute shitshow that is US politics right now, let alone “we are still in a pandemic, stupid”, and “there’s a war in Europe, so food and fuel prices have risen because war profiteering is a thing US corporations do really well”, I thought to try for a bit of cheer.
"A review is at its heart the expression of the reviewer’s opinion–in this case, my opinion. Regardless of how the book in question ended up in my hands, I will not insult your intelligence by assuming that you will blindly buy any book I like, or that you’ll avoid reading any book I don’t like. Instead, I’ll give you credit for making up your own mind, and buying and/or reading whatever you think you’ll enjoy."
Please be aware that some of the books I review, talk about, or plain mention in passing, in this blog, have been given to me by the author, or someone else on behalf of the author, with the express purpose that I review them. (Those reviews are tagged ARC or review copy.)
Her Hands, My Hands 