So here we are, twelve days into the year, and I'd like to day I've had my head buried in a book for all this time or several books but the truth is, I haven't.
I can say that yesterday I came to this realization and picked up a book I started a month ago before my reading drought happened (All About the Benjamins, by Zev Good) and I can't for the life of me figure out why I ever put it down. It had nothing to do with the book, of that I can assure you. It's as interesting and enthralling as his first book (A Map of the World: Stories) and I really can't wait to see how it all turns out.
That's the trouble with this brain of mine. Sometimes it just shuts down avenues for a while to reset. My only regret is actually saying to Zev, "Hey, I bought your book and I'm reading it," when I actually did so because now it may appear that I'm not into it, which is very far from the case. I know when someone tells me they're reading my stuff and then they take forever on it, it gets hard not to imagine them slogging through it to get it over with and dreading every page.
Hopefully Zev isn't as cripplingly insecure as I am.
So part of this plan is to add to my reading list authors I've met through Twitter, Zev being one of them. Last year I read A Map of the World by him and Songbirds & Stray Dogs by Meagan Lucas (loved, loved, loved it!), and that really lit my fire for reading the works of people I can actually communicate directly with so that when I'm done I can tell them how amazing their books are and I can leave reviews to help them out.
Not that my reviews are especially gripping. That may just be my weakest area, writing reviews. It's very hard not to sound like a pretentious twit when you're writing them.
So, though I'm sure Zev will understand when I do finish his book and leave a poorly-written review that I enjoyed it, I'm going to wait to tell these authors about getting their books until I finish them:
That's my list of people I've discovered through Twitter so far. There will be more, but that's a good start.