I used to be embarrassed by the time I spent on fanfiction.net. I thought it was somehow shameful, a guilty pleasure to be indulged in secret, like picking your nose. After all, everyone knows that fan fiction writers are all teenaged losers with deficient love lives and too much spittle in their mouths. Right?
I spent many years commuting into the city on a train. The trip was over an hour but I didn’t really mind because it was uninterrupted time I got to spend with a book. I probably read a novel a week. It was great and I appreciated it even more when I was a new mom and still commuting. That’s when I really savored that time to myself.
We get so much of our information off of the internet these days – cooking tips, travel must sees, decorating suggestions, book recommendations, organization aids, the list is endless. Therefore, when we need information, our tendency is to grab our laptops or tablets.
But last year, when my husband and I decided to get a puppy (our first together), I felt overwhelmed by the information on the Internet. There were so many conflicting ideologies, so many unqualified opinions (dog forums get heated apparently) and such an endless time suck awaiting me every time I powered on.
“Will you marry me?”
This was my answer to my fiancée after he proposed to me this past Christmas. To be honest, it was the first thing that popped into my head. “Thank you.” But looking back on it, away from the surrealistic energy that springs with an earnest marriage proposal, it is to me, and especially for me, the perfect answer.
Amy Carter first showed up on my radar when her daddy, Jimmy, let her read at the dinner table—and we’re not talking about any old table. The media went ballistic because Amy had her nose in a book during a state dinner at the White House.
My father would have killed me first.
How I envied that daughter. President Carter may have offended the sensibilities of dignitaries and reporters, but can you imagine that child, lost in a world of make-believe instead of the dull, adult conversations around her? What was she, ten? Eleven?
I recently made a huge change in my career; I quit my traditional job to explore a life of freelance writing and entrepreneurship. This change has granted me a much more flexible schedule, which allows me to fit in more reading! In the past, my life has been so jam packed that I barely had time to pick up a book; so when I did, I always had such a deficit of books on my Recommended Books List that I always read one of those. Books that I put on that list are ones that not only have been recommended to me by someone whose literary opinion I trust, but have furthermore peaked my interest either through the person’s synopsis or through my research.