Tuesday, August 16, 2022

Top Ten Tuesday: Books I Read in 2012 (Ten Years Ago!)

"Top Ten Tuesday" is a weekly bookish shareable, hosted by That Artsy Reader Girl!

Ah, 2012. This time last decade, the harried summers of my high school years had faded out into the languid anticipation of what was sure to be "the best years of my life in college" (Spoiler alert: they weren't, but that's fine). 

I was prepping for Sorority Recruitment at UW, while trying to make the most of the (relative) freedom of summer, while taking care of my three younger siblings, while splitting what remained of my scant attention between miraculously losing five pounds before the next family vacation and figuring out how to reply to peoples' texts on my brand new iPhone fast enough they wouldn't think I was ignoring them (Which is something I still have problems doing. I think of texts like interacting with a lazy breed of carrier pigeons: I see you hanging around on my windowsill, and I'll get to you when I get to you, but it's not going to be until after I figure out what I was already working on when you got here). 

But most importantly, I was reading just a ton of books... far more books than I can manage to read as an adult! Nowadays, my innate urge for constant distraction and escapism is fueled by mindless scrolling and maladaptive daydreaming; back then, I was reliant on the euphoria of YA novels and Fantasy settings that bore no resemblance to my reality whatsoever. And man, did I mow through a lot of them. 

Today's "Top Ten Tuesday" topic is TECHINCALLY "Books Over Ten Years Old," but I wanted to get a little more specific. Let's face it: I was an English major, and I'm a sucker for a beat up thrift store Romance novel, so I've read quite a lot of books that fit that billing. I wanted to get a little more... specific. 

Did I remember any of these titles off of the top of my head? Of course not. Thank God I was keeping a blog a decade ago. (I celebrated my twelfth anniversary back last month!) How else would I remember all of my crazy ramblings of books, some of which I haven't thought about in years?

Here's ten of the most important things I was reading back in 2012:


1. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

Was this my first interaction with Austen? No. Not even this book specifically. But we were reading it for my AP English class in my senior year, and I still think back fondly on the experience. Mainly because it's one thing to read P&P on your own, and another to do it with good friends...and because for one shining day in class, Mr. Chandler asked me to read aloud for Elizabeth's part, and wouldn't you know it? It was the First Proposal scene. I've never been a theater kid, but in that moment, I felt like I was performing for millions. Honestly, I don't know if I've ever been happier speaking in public. 

2. The Selection, Kiera Cass

Hands down the harshest critique I've ever written, for a novel that I still, to this day, believe is unquestionably some of the worst YA I've ever read. That all being said... I've read three other books in the series after this one. Not that I'd ever recommend them to anybody else, of course. 

3. A Visit from the Goon Squad, Jennifer Egan

Funny enough, this book has made its way onto this blog not once, but twice: I read it for the first time as an incoming freshman in college, and reread it for the second time as a graduating senior, and took away completely different messages both times. It's a testament to how well-written this postmodernist novel (-slash-short-story-collection) is, that you can come back to it again and again with new eyes. Together with all of the other books in her canon I've read, it's no surprise that she's one of my literary favorites. 

4. Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet, Jamie Ford

This book still gets me at my core: every time I visit Uwajimaya in the International District of Seattle, or walk through the animal barns at the Puyallup fairgrounds, I'm struck with memories of reading this novel, and the Japanese internment in Washington State during WWII. Rereading this review reveals a lot of the naivete I had as a kid... in a lot of ways, I didn't know a ton about the world until I started living on my own, in college. I had a lot of growing up to do. 

5. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Mark Twain

Fun fact: I read this book for the first time when I was eight. That means that by the time I read it in 2012, I was actually celebrating a decade spent with this book, too! Now, I'm 28, and it feels crazy to say that I've read this book once a year for more than 2/3s of my time spent alive and breathing. And you'll never guess what's one of the books on my TBR before the end of Summer, too. 


6. The Night Circus, Erin Morgenstern

To be fair, I didn't so much as review this book in my original iteration, as spend a whole lot of paragraphs dunking on the Twilight fan phenomena. (The year was 2012, and I was a bit of a self-important snob, after all. How dare all of these other girls enjoy reading books, which was a thing that only I was allowed to do??) Though I do credit Erin Morgenstern with reinvigorating a dying genre in this review, which I feel like is high praise, for something that barely merited three paragraphs of discussion... and I barely remember. 

7. A whole bunch of books about Alice in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll 

Our high school abided by a research-paper-per-year policy in our English classes, which made for a whole lot of opportunities to do a whole lot of reading on pretty much whatever topic I desired. Senior year it was Alice in Wonderland... more specifically, how Charles Dodgson's real life, work, and personal relationships informed his writing as Lewis Carroll. So, not just the children's book for me, but also several biographies and detailed reflections on his photography habit. What can I say? I'm thorough.

8. The Princess Bride, William Goldman

This longstanding family favorite for viewing, quickly became a personal favorite for reading, when I finished it for the first time in the same week that one of my best friends asked me to Prom. It was also in the heyday of my Daffodil Princess obligations, so you can understand that I had quite a lot to say about Princesses while reading. 

9. A Game of Thrones: A Song of Ice and Fire, George R. R. Martin

According to the review I wrote at the time, I liked this installment, but its brutality offended my delicate sensibilities. Still not wrong! However, eighteen-year-old Savannah was a huge prude, too, and had a little bit more of a problem with the sexual content than the violence... which made her a huge hypocrite, because while you can hide your FanFiction.Net tabs from the outside world, you can't hide it from yourself! Little did she know that ten years later, she'd have quite a lot of smutty Romance reads under her belt. And that she liked the Game of Thrones TV show, for all of its nudity, too!

10. Anna Godberson's Bright Young Things series 

Good Lord, remember the absolute chokehold the 1920s had on 2012? Lauren Conrad was a major fan of the throwback style, teen magazines insisted on its use as a "classy" costume for any dress-up soiree, and the Baz Luhrmann Great Gatsby movie would arrive the following May. It feels like a ton of my early collegiate life was all wrapped up in Tiffany box blue and F. Scott Fitzgerald references. It's no surprise they had a grip on the YA market, too. 


What's in YOUR Top Ten? And what were YOU doing in 2012? 

Let me know, in the comments below! 

Tuesday, August 2, 2022

Bloggoversary 2022: What I Did to Celebrate Twelve Years of Playing in the Pages

If, at the age of sixteen, I had birthed a person instead of a blog, that child would be gearing up for their entry into middle school. 

Obviously I'm glad that instead of inflicting a whole other human being into the existential torment of surviving as a preteen in the age of TikTok, I simply generated a spot on the Internet where I could rave about Dungeons and Dragons, Romance Novels, Cookbooks, and The Bachelor franchises with impunity. It's wild that I've been writing (and raving) here in my cozy little corner of the Internet for a good Twelve years now. 

That being said, it's not as impressive as when it was Ten, you know? Kind of like how your tenth birthday was a huge deal to your parents, and all this fuss was made about you entering your double digit years, while your twelfth birthday was mainly oriented around figuring out whether it really was possible to die of embarrassment while the servers performed their most unenthusiastic rendition of "Happy Birthday" inside a Red Robin. 

Still, I'm here. I'm blogging. I'm drinking a beverage - water, because my daily habits are still recovering from dehydration in the recent heat wave - and I'm trying to cohesively generate a means of expressing how much the last decade-plus of writing about books, publishing trends, personal obsessions, and more has meant to me. 

My brother celebrated with me, too.

How about this: as with many things, I feel so lucky to have found something that was uniquely mine to build. This was my plot of land to till; look what has grown.

(Answer options: An impressive scope of subject matter and a progressively declining amount of actual book reviews. A whole lot of enthusiasm for website style guides and the best understanding of Canva present in my friend group. An unwelcome reliance on Goodreads Challenge goals with which to measure and judge the results of my own tender personal hobbies, and a near-addictive reliance on the Daily eBook Deals section of Amazon's Kindle selections. 

Cat pose.
A five-part series about all of the books I read during one Summer's worth of family camping trips, and a five-part series about that time my brother bought me a box of 25 discounted backlist Paranormal Romance novels. A two-part series about what books to read if you were pissed off with the results of the 2016 Election, and a two-part series about how to hack your reading habits depending on your D&D Character Alignment

And what I'm coming to understand now is a serious dearth of photos of my cat, who has only ever deserved the spotlight.) 

Anyways. I'm grateful to be here, and obviously I'm still writing. I'm grateful to be writing elsewhere, too, in ways that you're not quite ready to read just yet. I'm happy to be reading, and adding books to my shelf at a higher rate than I could ever possibly consume. I'm having a good time doing it and being here, and I hope you are, too. 


He's nearly as tall as the damn shelves.

Barnes and Noble run

I first started implementing the practice of buying books for myself on my Bloggoversary on my Fifth, when I was deep in the trenches of a Book Buying Ban and was looking for a spoon with which I might tunnel out of a prison of my own making. However, over the years, I've gotten a bit more lax about the amount of effort I put into making it to five: as it turns out, there are very few things in life I believe are worth paying $30 for, least of all hardcovers that I haven't even read yet. 

Still, it's tradition, which is why I deliberately maneuvered my planning around my busy younger brother's schedule specifically so that he'd be able to celebrate with me. So, on July 5th - a good near-twenty days before my actual Bloggoversary - we trundled off to our local B&N branch for a couple house' browsing. 


What I Bought: 

The White Album, Joan Didion

Thanks to recent thrift shop finds, I have been steadily building a mini catalog of Didion's work, and haven't actually read any of it yet. Still, figured that while I've got this collection growing, might as well throw one of her most famous entries onto the pile. 

Where the Drowned Girls Go, Seanan McGuire

I love the Wayward Children series so much that it has become one of my auto-recommendations to anyone looking for accessible Fantasy reads. I stockpile titles for rainy days, so I haven't read Across the Green Grass Fields yet, but it soothes my heart to know I have it near me. 

A Memory Called Empire, Arkady Martine

Am I known for reading long, dense Science Fiction? No. At least, not since completing William Gibson's Neuromancer - a novel none of my friends had ever heard of before - back in high school (and hating every single second). Still, I've been hearing a ton of good reviews about this one, and have been looking for an entry back into the greater genre.

The Coward, Stephen Aryan

A hook-worthy name and a unique, compelling blurb brought this one to my attention in the corner of the SF / F shelves. I primarily bought this one because my brother said he'd read it when I was done, which is a not-uncommon factor in decisions about the books I buy. 

Another tradition:
85 Degree Bakery
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What My Brother Bought: 

The Shadow of What Was Lost, James Islington

The Siren Depths (Raksura #3), Martha Wells

Arcanium Unbounded, Brandon Sanderson

It's very telling about each of us as people - and of our book collection habits - that my brother has finished almost all of his titles in the month since then, and I haven't so much as opened the front cover of a single of mine. 


My Actual Bloggoversary

I spent the real date of my Bloggoversary returning from a hellacious camping trip, and the day afterwards grappling with the results of my allergy panel testing (verdict: most of the things that grow outside in Washington State), so the celebration came on an otherwise unremarkable Tuesday, which is how I like them. 

I woke up and ran to the local smoothie place for breakfast, and took my time watering the garden so I could enjoy it properly. I streamed my latest movie adaptation obsession - Hulu's Fire Island, based on Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice - and had its hilarious dialogue and truly inspirational soundtrack playing in the background as I tackled a bunch of household chores that needed doing. 

After a hearty lunch, I decided to venture off to my local library, the sustenance necessary as I was undertaking a challenge I haven't had cause to attempt in over a decade: navigating the Junior Fiction section, in order to find the titles that would eliminate "Reread Childhood Favorite" from my Seattle Public Library Summer Book Bingo card. 

The choices I was planning on selecting were thankfully there: Spiderwick Chronicles Volumes One and Two (The Field Guide and The Seeing Stone, respectively) by Holly Black, with illustrations by Toy Diterlizzi.

I also picked up:

Dog Songs, Mary Oliver 

The Ex Hex, Erin Sterling (for the "Halloween" box on my Ripped Bodice Summer Book Bingo card)

I ran back home, took some lackluster photos for Instagram, and immediately tore through the first Spiderwick book over Oreos and Milk (as the vibe I was going for skewed towards youthful enthusiasm. Obviously it hit the mark). I set up an easy dinner to appease my family, and begged my Mom to drive around a local scenic area with me in order to beat the heat with a little bit of expensive air conditioning.

And of course, at the end of the day, we came home and I definitely did not write a blogpost for an entire week about it. 

To be fair, I have been busy reading. 


Thanks for twelve years. We're going to have to actually find something really great to do to celebrate the 13th one, don't you think?