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My dear friends of the blogosphere,

There has been something I have been struggling with for a while: blogging. If you've stuck around this far, thank you. But I'm sure you've noticed the distinct lack of posts over the last few months. When I have posted, there has been little to no discussion or reviews of books. 

I've been in a perpetual reading slump for months, and, instead of forcing anything, I've decided to embrace it. There are so many new and exciting things going on in my life right now that it hasn't been difficult to fill the time.  

When Adulting is Fun and Exciting… But then Reality Sets In

I don’t know if you recall, but in a previous post I mentioned that I was moving. Said move occurred two weeks ago.

This is not just any move. This is the move. The I’m-getting-my-shit-together-and-finally-moving-out-of-my-parents-house move.

At first I was hella nervous, packing my things away, wondering how it was possible for one twenty-something to have accumulated so much crap. I was scared that I would end up not getting on with my roommate, that my bedroom would be too small, that the unknown would jump out and eat me, etc. etc.

On Having a Niche (Or Not)

I don't know if you're a blogger, but I feel like many of you are. Personally, I’ve been a blogger for three years—but I really only count two of them. And yet, a lot of the time, I don't feel like a "proper” book blogger. I don't even really know what that looks like half the time, but I never really feel like that's me.