According to my mother, I started to read at eighteen months. I’m certain that’s just good old-fashioned parental bragging. But I do have vivid memories of being four years old and easily breezing through my older sister’s first grade readers.
I was a shy, awkward child. I had several good friends around whom I could be open, but mostly I was filled with a sense of social anxiety and self-loathing, all of which culminated in an unhappy adolescence. From the ages of about eleven through seventeen, I was never happier than when my nose was stuck in a book.
In October 2006, I had a baby. Between caring for my son and continuing my job (not career, just a job) as a cube-dweller, I found myself losing focus on me. I was desperate to find some kind of project that would allow me to step away from motherhood and work. After discovering a couple of other nostalgia blogs, I decided that was for me.
So this blog is about two things. First, to reconnect with my unhappy adolescence and second as a project that gives me a couple hours of “me time” each week.
If you have any ideas or suggestions for books to review, email me or leave a comment here!
Other random facts about me?
- I live in suburbia, somewhat to my dismay, but I’ve made my peace.
- I’m a terrible crossword puzzler, but that doesn’t stop me from trying.
- I’m more of a couch potato than I like to admit.
- I eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich almost daily.
- I’m expecting a second son in Feb. 2011.
- I do actually read grown up books. My favorite authors are Michael Chabon and Kurt Vonnegut.
- Son number one was named after a character in a Chabon novel.
Thank you for linking to my blog. I too have made my peace with living in suburbia. It took years of toil and mockery, though. But in fact, I discovered on a recent jaunt into the city – where I could not find a decent parking space or big box store – that I prefer it. Quelle surprise!
You seem to be in tune with the books of our childhood, so maybe you’ll remember the time of this series for me: There was a book (or books) about a group of girls that get stranded on an island with a woman named (I think) Izzy. Izzy was born on an island similar to the one they landed on, and they all live there for a while. I’d thought it was called Island Girls, but can’t seem to find that.
Any clue?