When I began thinking about starting this blog, writing about anything book-related was the main and most basic perimeter. After starting it, I also wanted the blog to develop organically. Now I’m not sure who wants something they are creating to feel anything but genuine and authentic, but wanting and actually getting this to happen can sometimes be worlds apart. It’s a wonderful thing to not only see progress, but also see something go in a direction you might not have foreseen. The major part of this process is time.
My goal with this blog has been three to four posts per week. I don’t have specific days that I aim to purposely post on other than Fridays. My short-term goal is to be consistent in posting. Long-term goals-I’m still thinking about those. I haven’t thought of specifically posting book reviews on certain days or anything of that nature. Whereas book reviews will obviously be a part of my book blog, if I feel like posting something else (book-related) then I’m going to post on that. I want post ideas to develop on their own. Easier said than done, but I soon realized that was also a goal of mine.
I apologize for the long-winded nature of this post-bear with me sweet bookworms.
This morning I feel like that very thing just happened, which is what this post is based upon.
If you read my previous post I mentioned I sit in a particular spot due to the light to apply make-up or dry my hair. This spot happens to be next to a stack of books, which is next to my non-fiction bookshelf. Sometimes I grab from the stack or shelf as I blow dry my hair and just read the first page or the back of a book to pass the time.
I grabbed the book pictured above, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. I’ve had this book for a long time, but have not read it and if you would’ve asked where I got it, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you.
That fact changed the second I flipped open the cover. This book was a gift from 2002.
From my sister.
She was a reader just like me. Was.
She passed away fifteen years ago and that fact still has the power to cut like a knife.
I had planned to write about her on this blog, but not yet. I did mention her a few posts back in regards to her introducing me to a specific author, but it was a minor reference. Opening that book today and seeing her inscription was the first step towards true authenticity. I knew it should be posted. Everything I have said on here has been true, but I more or less kind of planned the posts.
Planning is a good thing, but organically happening and coming together is something different. And it’s just kind of cool.
AHWOSG has been around for awhile, but in case you aren’t familiar, here is the synopsis from Amazon:
At the age of 22, Eggers became both an orphan and a “single mother” when both his parents died within five months of one another of unrelated cancers. In the ensuing sibling division of labor, Dave is appointed unofficial guardian of his 8-year-old brother, Christopher. The two live together in semi-squalor, decaying food and sports equipment scattered about, while Eggers worries obsessively about child-welfare authorities, molesting babysitters, and his own health. His child-rearing strategy swings between making his brother’s upbringing manically fun and performing bizarre developmental experiments on him. (Case in point: his idea of suitable bedtime reading is John Hersey’s Hiroshima.)
There are people who really love this book and those who don’t care at all for it, which I suppose you could probably say the same for most books. The format is a little different. It has a small section at the back that is written upside down. Maybe that irritates people, I really don’t know. If you come across it, check it out for yourself.
As this blog continues I want to share book-related events that have shaped my life. Whether they have taken me down memory lane and have true sentimental value or are a new read and will take me down roads yet traveled.
Either way, I hope you stick with me because everyone has a story.
“The worth of a book is to be measured by what you can carry away from it.”