GUYS: WE’RE LIVING THE DREAM.
As everyone knows, this blog is where I rant about myself and am generally a self-obsessed monster but every once in a while I mention a book and so I call the whole thing “book blogging.”
This post is made for this blog, people. We have reached the apex of the brand.
Anyway, to get to the actual, you know, point: I was tagged by the lovely, the excellent, the incomparable Ellyn @ Allonsythornraxx. She is so great, as I have said many times and will say many more, and you should follow the living hell out of her. (As in follow her blog. For some reason the “living hell” addition made it seem like I’m advocating stalking, which I am, to be clear, NOT.)
So let’s do it. Twenty-five somewhat book-related facts about me!
My brain works in lists and rankings, which is definitely why I ranked my twenty favorite books and not because I’m fully obsessive and also masochistic.
I want to get tattoos at some point, when I am not unrelenting poor (those fresh fresh college student finances) and have my life together enough to get that sh*t done. The two tats (I am very cool so I shortened the word “tattoo” to “tat”) I want most are both bookish: this particular Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland illustration (pictured) and a line from Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress”:
And thus, though we cannot make our sun / Stand still, yet we will make him run.
I’m most often in the mood to read a contemporary, but I literally hate them all the time. Cute illogical thing I do!
Likewise, I really love classics almost always and I neverever read them. I’m trying to read a classic a month this year and even that seems BARELY DOABLE. How.
I am OBSESSED with children’s and middle grade books. My favorite series: A Series of Unfortunate Events. My favorite book: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. About a million other books I could reread infinity times and never get sick of: all children’s and middle grade.
They’re quick. They’re fun. They contain little to no romance and little to no full-on offensive stuff, and uh, ya cannot say the same of YA. What is not to love I ask you!!!
Lately I’ve been allowing myself to say there are certain film/TV adaptations I like more than the book they’re based on. Two of my hottest takes: that Love, Simon is better than Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda, and that the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before movie is better than the book.
I am very cool.
There are also a bunch of movies/TV shows based off of books that I like about the same or a lil less than the book! Because at heart I am a bookworm and also I don’t want anyone to hate and/or yell at me please don’t do that I am very fragile.
These include: The Little Prince, The Princess Bride, A Series of Unfortunate Events (the Netflix TV series, which is the only adaptation there’s ever been – there definitely wasn’t at one point an EXTRAORDINARILY misguided movie!!), and Fantastic Mr. Fox. Insert loving, fond sigh here.
I have basically been on a bit of a book buying ban (sick alliteration) for a year and change. How do I do it, you ask? A lil something I like to call “having the finances of a college student and not enjoying the feeling of slow starvation.”
Too real? I also wrote a more fun post about how to buy books for very little money!
My favorite authors are John Steinbeck, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Jane Austen, Lemony Snicket, Jonathan Safran Foer, Roald Dahl, and Emily Henry. Until, like, straight up a few months ago there were 0 YA authors on that list, even though I read practically nothing but YA, because YA in turn does practically nothing except disappoint me.
The reason I now have one (count ’em, one) YA author on that list is that Emily Henry, joy of my existence, came in and SAVED MY LIFE. Also one time she commented on my Instagram and threatened to end it all over again. But like, because of my excitement.
Emily Henry did NOT attempt to murder me.
Even though my list of favorite authors is an elite squad of mostly dead people, I have a lot a lot of auto-buy authors. Here is a list, excluding my favorite authors because we’ve already gone over those dudes and god knows they don’t need even more of my attention: Leigh Bardugo, Bo Burnham, Mary H.K. Choi, Gillian Flynn, Mindy Kaling, Caroline Kepnes, Morgan Matson, Marissa Meyer, Emma Mills, Jandy Nelson, Stephanie Perkins, Rainbow Rowell, Trenton Lee Stewart, Sally Thorne, and Markus Zusak.
Oh. Kind of shorter than I expected.
It’s a harsh world.
I think hardcovers are a million times better than paperbacks, even though dust jackets are my mortal enemy and I canNOT read them with on and god they are so stupid and flimsy and IF I WANTED STUPID AND FLIMSY I WOULD READ A PAPERBACK, for god’s sake.
Before I was on a perpetual book-buying ban of sadness and suffering, I bought books compulsively and also had no real financial obligations due to the fact that I did not pay rent or bills or buy my own meals. Which is all to say I bought a LOT of books, and that is why I now have like 600ish books.
Too many, one could say. They’d be wrong, but they could say it.
I just finished The Raven King and I’m having a REALLY HARD TIME THINKING ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE, thanks!!!
Let’s just make this a Raven Cycle-centric fact: The Raven Boys was pretty good, The Dream Thieves was meh (but one of my favorite reviews I’ve EVER WRITTEN, if I may pat myself on the back – and I will do so whether you agree or not, that’s the thing about having an enormous ego) and Blue Lily, Lily Blue was so good it RESTORED MY FAITH IN YA.
And then The Raven King just ruined my life. Great track record, MAGGIE.
Every time I five-star a book on Goodreads, I add it to a favorites list for that year, and then also at the end of that year I do a favorites wrap up! Very fun stuff.
(Note: If I later reread a book and it’s not five star worthy, I change the rating but leave it on the favorites shelf. Which makes for a harsh reckoning I must say.)
2015 | 15 favorites | no wrap up because I didn’t have a real blog yet!!
2016 | 14 favorites | wrap up
2017 | 6 favorites | wrap up
2018 | 8 favorites | no wrap up because it’s only September duh!!!
I do not give a lot of five star ratings.
My reading challenge was set to 200 books for a while and I was on track but then as you all know I had a weird summer (which included a crazycrazycrazy reading slump) and now…
Well, we’re back at 150 my friends.
I own multiple copies of a BUNCH of books, which I’ve halfheartedly tried to take stock of in a Goodreads shelf. Sometimes it’s because I get an ARC and then a finished copy and I don’t wanna get rid of it. Other times there are just too many pretty copies of a book.
Other times it’s that I can’t stop buying copies of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.
I’m a publishing major (basically), and my career goal is to work in YA publishing. Yes, this is “really hard” “bordering on impossible” “Emma are you setting yourself up for failure” “what is wrong with you” “now I’m not even referring to your career choices but rather the weird turn this has taken” “how are you going to write your way out of this catastrophic sentence” “oh just end it, probably.”
I’m away from my shelves right now because I am At School, and basically all I have with me is these twelve books. ARGH!!! MY MATERIALISM!!
I really love reading romantic contemporaries, but I usually hate how romance-centric YA fantasy is. I’m an enigma!!! Only give me romance when I am specifically looking for it or I will revolt!!
Ever since I was a
very strange pale child, I’ve been able to tune out sound while I’m reading, like the world’s most dorky superpower. Catch six-year-old me reading in the middle of a crowded cafeteria.
Anyway I am not as ~in touch with my powers~ as I was when I was a friendless tot with the same bangs I’d had since I was two, but I still occasionally use them to read on my commute or outside. Love to read outside!!!
My average rating on Goodreads is 2.97, which is honestly pretty unbelievable even on my end.
Don’t know what else to say about it, really.
A couple years ago I literally never reread books, and now I CANNOT STOP. Books I loved, books I liked, books I don’t remember. All gettin’ reread, with varying degrees of success.
By “varying degrees of success,” I mean “hating books I used to cherish the memory of.” Very fun stuff!
I get a good number of ARCs because I’m on the mailing lists for a couple publishers, and I love it and appreciate it but also I am terrible at reading/reviewing ARCs and don’t even really try to do them on time. Or sometimes at all.
It’s a cute quirk of mine!
But actually the reason I do that is so much more #deep: I never ever make myself TBRs or plan what to read. I only ever mood read because 1) I’m not tryna slump and 2) literally what is the point of reading anything except what I want to read at that exact moment???
I think a lot of people I typically tag have already been tagged in or done this post, so: if you want to do this tag I tag ya! It’s very fun (because my sole criterium for fun is “Is this an opportunity for me to be blatantly self-obsessed in front of some sort of audience?”)