So it’s been six whole years since I started blogging.
Not only does that make me feel old (I was 13 at the time) but also accomplished. I never thought I’d last this long. Yet I have, and I’m here. So six years. It’s been a rollercoaster. Thank you for everyone that has joined me for all or part of that time – it’s been great to be part of this community. We’re not perfect but we are awesome. So cheers.
Now for more sobering news – and a life update, as it were.
I’ve just started my university degree – American and English Literature at UEA – and I love it, for most part. Norwich is beautiful, I love my campus, my flatmates, my course (apart from one dreary compulsory module!) The only problem is…I basically read all the fricking time. Literally. SO MUCH READING. I’m drowning in it. So, understandbly, when it comes to my free time, I’m not exactly desperate to pick up something to read, even if it is completely different to what I’m supposed to be reading for class. Embarrassingly, I’ve read one book cover to cover so far – Ruta Sepetys’s Salt to the Sea, and that’s it. I’ve started a few more, but as I said, going is slow. Because when I’m not in class, or reading for class, I’m rowing. And rowing is the meanest, most sadistic sport you could ever do: I have 7-9 weekly sessions a week, some of them at 6am and all of them exhausting…
Which has led me to ponder whether the time has come to consider retiring from bookblogging. Because of my lack of blogging, I feel sort of out of the community – admiring from afar. Yet, every time I read a YA novel I’m reminded why I do this. So I suspect I won’t retire all too soon – you’ll just see a slower pace on the blog. Which is how life is, I guess, changing priorities.
Anyway, that’s it for now. I’m still here, still around, and looking forward to my long Christmas break to get some reading done! On my urgent list is Rebel of the Sands by Alywn Hamilton, Darkthaw by Kate A. Boorman.