
(Self-indulgent, image heavy post ahead)
Continue readingI was going to post a movie review today.
Then there were two racist mass shootings over the weekend, and there was just no space in my head to watch and livetweet a romance.
Continue readingI 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.
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