First Post

Words are kind of my thing. I keep an ungodly number of books in my room, and I'm shameless about my hoarding. 

I could say I read with the intention of "feeding my mind," "uncovering the mysteries of the age," and scaling the peaks and trenches of human nature to reach some new, "mystic" level of understanding. But please. 

I read because I am curious; I read because there are stories being told. 

This year, I want to expose myself to a slew of new authors and writing styles. I want to read work that challenges me and captures my attention. Because, truth be told, I'm the psycho that'll "walk&read" down the hallway. I'm the girl that forgets I have other places to be whenever I see a Half-Price Books. 

Any author that can make me read just one more chapter before I fall asleep is doing something right. I want to read pieces that inspire me to become a better writer. 

Basically, I read to pick up something about the world and something about myself. That's pretty much always the goal. Why stop this year?