As I sit here struggling to start my first “official” post, I’m reminded of my students when they are writing essays. “I don’t know how to starrrt!” My advice to them is always, “Just get started with the meat. You can always come back and re-write your intro.” So that’s what I’m going to do, and if I don’t re-write this intro, no big deal.
The name of this blog is Heatherina Reads. And I do. I’ve been a voracious reader since the age of three. I’ve always prided myself in how much I like to read. I’ll read whatever I can get my hands on; books, magazine, blogs, newspapers, cereal boxes, instruction manuals, (I actually love reading and following instructions but that’s a sad topic for another day…) figuratively everything.
My love of reading is what makes me unique. Or at least I thought it was until I got on the internet and realized there are millions of better, more active, more dedicated readers out there than me. There are a bounty of beautiful bookstagrams, book tumblrs (Do they have a name? I don’t have a tumblr.), a million book blogs and Facebook pages, and Pinterest boards all dedicated to the love of reading. Not to mention the devoted readers who post reviews on Goodreads every time they finish a book, which for some seems like two or three times a day. I neither have nor do any of this. Ok, that’s a lie. I am pretty proud of my Book Worm Pinterest board (feel free to follow it) but that’s it! Other than that, I felt like a fraud. I’ve only posted a handful of #bookstagram photos and I’ve never reviewed a book on Goodreads so why would I dare to start a blog called Heatherina Reads?
Here’s the answer: I still love to read. I’m sure there are people out there who identify with the type of reader I am: I don’t read everyday. I sometimes pick up a book, stop midway through the eleventh chapter, start another book, and read three more books until I pick up the first one again. I appreciate beautiful prose, but I rarely read the classics. I like to read young adult novels, murdery thrillers, books written for readers in middle school, and I have a thing for celebrity memoirs. I will give anything with a lovely cover a chance; “Don’t judge a book” be damned. And to top it off, I’m not a fast reader. I rarely, if ever, finish a book in a day. Who has the time? I sometimes take a couple of days, but most often it takes me a week to really soak up a book. This blog will be for misfit readers like myself and for the amazing super readers out there as well. It is for anyone and everyone who wants to get lost in the pages.