CHANGE OF HEART

TO WHOMSOEVER IT MAY CONCERN

So I've been struggling along for - literally - months, consumed by the reality that I can't actually blog for shit. Topics never just come to me, and bitching about the world isn't really my thing in retrospect - the idea of blogging regular ranting diatribes holds zero appeal these days. However, I hated the idea of stopping writing completely. Whilst meditating on all of this, I hit a brick wall as to what I could write about, and in the resulting procrastination acompanied with zero revision willpower, I massively reverted back to my first and only love: the written word.

I had eased up on inhaling books at the rate I used to before I had any mates purely to make time for going out and whatever, but during exam leave and half term - so, from about two months ago - I completely rediscovered the life of a book-worm recluse. The clichéd 'meeting up with old friends' was quite an emotional experience - catching up with Harry, Ponyboy, Mercutio, Lizzie, Achilleus, Ebenezer, Cathy and Cathy, Jane and James Henry Trotter, all recieving me with love and open arms as if I hadn't ignored them for years, watching them gather dust on my shelves.

So, I think I may have found my calling in the blogsphere. It's cringey, it's nerdy and it's pretty creepy, but I owe it to my friends to talk about them and to love them back. That's why, as of now, I am 100% utterly and completely blog-focused on discussing my favourite books and reviewing new ones - and I have to say, I'm far too excited about this to count myself as cool.

So, the first instalment will be one of my all time favourite books, arriving in a few short days. See you then!