Hello to whoever is reading this! I've had tons of people tell me I should start a blog, so I figured I'd suck it up and give it a try. Mainly, I will be sharing my thoughts about whatever music or book(s) I'm obsessed with at the moment, or my plans for my career/life, as I tend to change them frequently. But first, I guess I should catch you up...
I started school over at Alabama (gross, I know) in August, and I'm working on my MLIS, which stands for Masters of Library and Information Studies. I have loved reading for as long as I can remember. I read books, of course, as a kid, but I can remember reading the backs of toothpaste tubes and instruction manuals and definitely magazines. I think I first fell in love with magazines during the days of Sassy and Seventeen. I'm sure any girl who was a teenager during the '90s can relate. At any rate, as my mag reading matured into Cosmo and the like, I decided that I couldn't think of any more fun job than to write for such fun people on interesting topics. And this led me to my undergraduate degree at Auburn in Journalism. My dream/goal was to move to Birmingham, intern at Southern Progress, get a job at Southern Progress, and then transfer to the big world of magazines in NYC after getting some experience close to home (and hopefully saving some money). Well, as most people know, life doesn't work out as planned. (As many of you know, I also planned to marry the high school sweetheart, but that didn't quite work out either.) To make a very long story short, I did get the internship at SPC, got some good experience writing for one of the coolest mags there, but had this evil boss who hated me (something I was not used to at all), and was exposed to the politics and prejudices of that world, and basically ran as fast as I could, completely broken-hearted, from the magazine world and into corporate marketing. Which I was even more miserable in. To make that long story short, I was a miserable wreck, sitting at a computer for 8+ hours a day, overworked, underpaid... that whole lot. So I left and wound up working long hours for crappy money at a local bookstore... and that's when I fell in love and my life changed.
But this was not a love for a boy (oh no... still waiting on that one). I fell in love with books. And reading. And encouraging other people to read. And the publishing world. And the author world. And not just fiction or the romance novels of my past. I found myself wanting to read anything and everything from memoirs to biographies to straight-up nonfiction to even science. (Ok, it was a book about how music affects your brain, so there was some obvious interest there.) They call this "book lust." It's an actual term used in the book world. I have it. Completely. My bookshelf is out of control, busting at the seams. And then someone said, "You know... have you ever thought of the library science field?" And I said, "HUH?" I had no clue that librarians had specialized degrees, let alone that there was a pretty decent program right down the interstate from me. So within about a month, I finally made the decision to apply, was accepted, got my loans, and was getting ready to head to Tuscaloser for classes. It's been a whirlwind.
And here I am, in my second semester, preparing to graduate in a little less than a year, and I'm still thrilled. And I'm still obsessed with books. Only now I'm reading YA lit like crazy, thanks to Rebecca. But the sad thing is that I still continue to collect books that I eventually want to read. I'll borrow a term from John Green's Looking for Alaska and call it my "Life Library." I'll get to them eventually. They're everywhere. It's kinda ridiculous.
Anyways, so that's that. There's a whole lot more that I'm pondering at the second, but I don't want to go on and on and on for my first post. I'll be back, though!