I came across the post that I did earlier in the year about changing the vision of this blog. After taking somewhat a break from it, I find that I am starting to find that passion again, but in a different way. I feel that I want to write more about books, reading habits and the culture of books and authors more than reviewing books all the time.
I come across ideas all the time, I just have a hard time of actually following through and writing about them. The latest one was how ironically my reading habits mimic my Netflix habit. I find myself getting drawn more and more to voluminous book series to kind of “binge” on a series for a while. I tend to find a series and hunker down for a few weeks and read them in order until the very last one and I do the exact same thing with Netflix. I binge one show at a time and apparently that holds true for my books as well. It seriously blew my mind for a little bit.
Another one: Am I the only bookaholic who hates the smell of books? I think I might just be. I recently saw a Facebook post or something advertising candles for book lovers. I love candles and books. You think I would like candles that smell like books. Nope. And used books and old books, I would love to read you, but you smell so bad. I see book lovers all the time talking about how they love the smell of a musty old book and I really don’t understand. My allergies will not let me.
I have been reading a book lately The Hidden Man by Robin Blake. I love Blake’s writing and I have already decided that I will be writing a review on it. Make sure you stop by later this week for my take on this book.
Funnily enough, my allergies won't let me smell scented candles without getting stuffed up but I LOVE the smell of old books.
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