Everything we do in this life has a motivation pushing us to do it, whether we want to acknowledge the reasoning or are even aware it’s there. My why is simple: I love books and telling people about them.
That passion led to me to working in a bookstore for several years, where I developed the highly sought-after skills of A) talking about pretty much anything with anyone, B) remembering far more detail about covers than any human brain should contain, and C) walking with more than two dozen books on my head like a proper lady/ sideshow attraction. The last one is my favorite due to the number of children it got to stop crying.
I’ve toyed with the idea of writing about books for years, but didn’t want to lock myself into a single genre or feel like I needed to over-analyze why the author decided the curtains were red or something. I definitely couldn’t settle on a name either.
Amid one of my excited blubberings about something I read, I told a co-worker that I wished ‘literary hype woman’ was a job, because I would be fantastic at it. I can jabber on about a story I love for a while, especially those that capture my imagination and hold it hostage for a few days beyond its ending. It took a couple weeks to sink in that I could create the position I dreamed of using the power of the internet. So, here we are.
This won’t be an in-depth look at the motives of an author. It will be a chronicle of things I liked and disliked, as spoiler-free as possible. Whether you agree or disagree, I am eager to hear your thoughts. If I’ve learned anything about the book community, it would be that there is no shortage of words between friends and strangers about the words that move us.
Literary HypeWoman 