Membreblacksylph

At last, I've paid for a lifetime account, and that means every single book I've ever touched winds up...HERE. Here's to my fabulous collection of horror, fantasy, and sub-par YA fiction. Boo-yah.

By the way, I also happen to have an 8tracks account, where I compile playlists for the books I read. You can visit it here: http://8tracks.com/playlists4theliterate

I think I began to slip during that space of time between the end of elementary school and the beginning of junior high. Books like the Harry Potter series, Holes, the Dear America books, the works of Betty Ren Wright, and the indispensable How I Survived Being a Girl were capturing me attention, forcing me to put down the gameboy or skip a couple re-runs of afternoon television. Then darker voices like Lemony Snicket, the Brothers Grimm, Stephen King, and Gregory Maguire followed. And then, that merciless witch Shirley Jackson sunk her claws into my imagination, and I was lost to the world of literature forever.

Now in the beginning of the third decade of my life, I'm a near-sighted bookworm with a job at a public library. If they let me wear logos, my uniform would be a shirt that reads, 'WALKING CLICHE'. I am always armed with a reading list, a cleaning cloth, a library card, a notebook, and assorted bookmarks. I never go anywhere without something to read. And, God help us all, I have this fucking awesome website with which to spew my opinions on each novel that passes through my hands. First amendment, bitches!