Bibliobiographies is a new monthly feature I’m hosting here at Ruby’s Reads. I’ve had a few bloggers participate so far–if you’d like to be one of them, please sign up using this form. And if you’d like to explore previous Bibliobiographies, check the Features page for a complete listing. This month Amy from bookgoonie is here to share her life story in books! Welcome, Amy!
My bibliography may be a tad sad, but it is tale of better late than ever. I didn’t have a childhood filled with the love of reading. It wasn’t something that was emphasized in my house. Being the oldest of four, I think my mom worked hard to keep the house from being burned down. Maybe if she would have pushed reading, she could have enjoyed more quiet time. With all that being said, I do remember a few library books from my early years. Growing up on a lot of land with a farming family surrounding me, Strawberry Girl appealed to me. And how could you grow up not being influenced by Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys? I did me some sleuthing back in the day.
In high school, there were a few assigned books that I really enjoyed. Alas, Babylon was an apocalyptic tale that had real possibilities during the Cold War. Yes, I just dated myself. I graduated high school the year the Cold War finally came to a close, 1991. I loved the snarkier-book version of Scarlett O’Hara even more than the fab movie. And for a non-reader, I picked up Wuthering Heights and even read it twice. I loved the dark brooding Heathcliff. Lonesome Dove took me back to my Western-watching-TV days. I watched the first episode of the TV series and it really helped me imagine the larger than life characters. As much as I loved the book, I still haven’t watched the entire TV series.
In college, I suffered through much assigned literature. I still have a bad taste in my mouth after 20 years. Pilgrim at Tinker Creek and The Awakening, you know who you are. But there was one gem, Jane Eyre rocked my socks off. It was the first book that I remember not being able to put down.
When my daughter was three, we discovered the greatness that is Harry Potter. We were late on the scene. I think the 2nd movie was out at the time. But we quickly caught up. We enjoyed many years of beddy-by-reading time hanging out at Hogwarts. J.K. Rowling really lit the fire in our love of reading and imagined worlds.
On to my 30s. What’s next? I had a short book drought until the Twilight movie craze. The soccer moms all around me were all a flutter and I couldn’t be left behind. The the YA flood gates opened with the recommends of Lament and City of Bones. I was so hooked.
Then my good soccer mom and friend introduced me to the world of Urban Fantasy. *clouds part and sun shines down* I get weak in the knees from all the alpha-male-awesomeness, action, wicked world building, kick-ass female leads, smart dialogue and sexy time hotness. Urban Fantasy is still my go-to-feel-good-escapism genre. The world is a better place with vampires, werewolves, witches, and demons.
If you follow my blog, you’ll find that I am all over the place. I’ve even fallen love with zombies. I love following great reader-bloggers. Thanks to them, every book is a good book. As God as my witness, I’ll never be without a book in my purse again.
We should take a poll to see how many people got back into reading YA because of Twilight. I don’t know about you, but it definitely had that effect on me! Thanks, Amy!
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