I’m a certified bumbling buffoon when it comes to books.

Oh gosh, oh gosh. Where to begin? Well, if Amy can write a post inspired by Carry On, then I’m guessing it’d be within the limits of reasonability for me (Nikki) to write a post inspired by the feeling books, just books in general, give me. But I’m getting a little ahead of myself. I’m fairly confident of the fact that I use this phrase fairly often, but let me paint you folks a picture, a nice mental picture. I’m trying to hurry, frantically typing as fast as I can, trying not to forget anything, trying to capture the moment. I was just lying on my couch in the middle of a summer’s afternoon, feeling slightly guilty, but also very content to spend the day enthralled within the pages of a book. Or, more specifically, Heir of Fire, the latest edition of a favorite series I was rereading. Oh shoot, don’t forget, Nikki! Keep typing, you bumbling idiot! Suddenly, my thoughts left the current page and drifted to memories of the previous day… Amy and I had spent hours poring over Epic Reads and several book blogs, all the while placing holds on books via my library catalogue. (In case you were wondering, the total is around 80-something.) I thought about many of the glorious titles that I could not wait to read or reread. One in particular stood out to me: Vicious by V.E. Schwab, one of my favorite books of all time that I had nearly forgotten. And then I thought about why I loved that book, along with the many others I held near and dear to my heart, only to realize that I cared for them so because there was nothing else like them. You all know exactly what I’m talking about and that I am epicly failing to adequately describe it. I love books because of the way they make me feel. FFFFEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLSSSSS. Nothing makes me (us) experience such a variety of strong emotions that way books do: the fond, tender love we feel for some characters, the rich, passionate hatred we feel for others, the horrifying, gut-wrenching suspense we feel when we finish the latest book in a series (Those gosh-darn cliff-hangers, man!), the very real and personal loss we feel when one of our new best friends dies, etc., etc., etc. There are few things in the world that I love more than losing myself completely to the plot of an amazing book, and that is why I started blogging; why we ALL started blogging. We want to make other people feel the way we do. We want to share not just the joy of reading, but the full emotional spectrum that is tied to it. And that is why, I, Nikki, am back! (Wow, I sound so dramatic; bear with me!) I’m back because I rediscovered my love for reading yesterday with my best friend in the entire world and her laptop’s help, and I want to help other people do the same, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to do it. (Again with the dramatic, but you know you love me!) I need to stop being so freaking lazy and be more like Amy. So what if my laptop’s broken? Amy wrote posts on her iPod for ages! Ok, now I’m getting off track and am running out of steam… that may be due to the fact that my foot has never been more asleep than it is right now. I’m willing to bet more than anything that this post is completely terrible due to being written in such a hurry, and I promise to write you guys a make-up. And I will, because I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!


2 thoughts on “I’m a certified bumbling buffoon when it comes to books.

  1. WELCOME BACK. 😀 I love the fact that blogging can totally kidnap and convert unsuspecting people into grand and glorious fandoms. IT IS THE BEST FEELING EVVVER. And omg flails for Vicious That book though. THAT BOOK. ❤

    Thanks for stopping by @ Paper Fury!

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    1. GAH YOU AND YOUR CAKE GET ME! Dudeeee props to you! I would have forgotten about Vicious if it hadn’t been for your post! “THATBOOKTHATBOOKTHAYBOOK.” Thank you btw much loveeeeeeeee


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