I like to blog, I really do, but I think I have tried to blog about things that a) no one cares about and b) I don’t even care about. So, I had this thought (that’s my thinking face in the pic), why don’t I do a blog about the things that make me a nerd: books, Doctor Who, books, Star Trek, books, words, books, music, books…I think you get where I am going with this. I hope anyway, if not we are both going to be exhausted before I am done!
So, here it is, a blog with a semi-catchy title that I spent hours dreaming up and googling to ensure it was not already taken. It probably is, but I did not find it through Google. Apologies if I have absconded with your catchy title.
Let me tell you a little about me, useless for my friends that will (hopefully) read this, but I am hoping they will share this with you, and you will share it with someone, who will share it with someone….Okay, first thing, I can drag on and on and on and….Oh wait, see what I did there?
I love to read, I spend the majority of my time reading. I audit things at work, and I even find myself reading some of the papers and documents attached to the stuff I audit. I usually do not read much, just enough to interest me, and I jot down the title and/or subject on a post it note. I now have a stack of post-it’s with “medical stuff to read later” about as tall as my refrigerator. (Let me insert this here, some of that stuff is so very very dry, but…I still find myself reading about radiological treatments for fibroids or prosthetic limbs. Again, maybe just a paragraph or two, but…then I read more later).
Almost as much as reading, I love talking about what I read! Unfortunately, because I am an odd duck, I do not have a lot of friends who want to talk about what I read. I call myself a “genre whore” because I do not like to be pigeonholed into one genre. On any given day, you might see me reading an adult thriller, a Young Adult science fiction, a zombie novel, non-fiction memoir, some psychological paper…I just love the power of words. How you can string together ten or twelve and have a decent thought. How those ten or twelve words can capture so perfectly how the sun looks as it rises or as it sets, or how the yard smells after a thunderstorm. There’s an episode of Doctor Who (the Shakespeare Code) where they discuss the power of words – albeit a little differently than what I am, but still, the thought it there.
As a result of loving books and feeling like I need to get that love out, I write reviews (although they are usually brief, I am always worried about spoilers) on Goodreads, Amazon, and in my Facebook book group. Of course, I must give a starred review on Goodreads and Amazon, so I typically use the 1-5 star scale. The thing about me though is, I rarely read a book I will rate a 2 or lower. A three is stretching it. I might criticize the writing, the characters, the plot, but if I FINISH a book, it’s at least a three for me. If I absolutely cannot stand a book, then I just do not finish it. That rarely happens, but it has.
I grew up in a house where both of my parents read all the time. Reading was more prevalent in our house than conversation. I am afraid there are times when I am the same way now, and so I try not to be, but…sometimes I get caught up in a book. I grew up reading Laura Ingalls Wilder, Louisa May Alcott, the Bronte sisters, Shakespeare, the Trixie Belden series (written by a few different authors), Nancy Drew, and just about every ghost story I could get my hands on. My favorite books as a child were the Betsy and Tacy books by Maud Hart Lovelace; The Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare (and her book Calico Captive); and Miracle on Maple Hill by Virginia Sorensen. I had a favorite ghost story when I was younger, but unfortunately, cannot recall the name and have not been able to find it by searching online with the points I do remember. My mother read a lot of Danielle Steel and mystery novels. Daddy read mostly books about aliens, and my oldest brother read science fiction. I would frequently run out of my own books so just pick up something one of them had left behind, and I think that is the reason why now, I do not stick to one genre or another. Not that I am unique, I do have friends who read across the spectrum. I also have friends who like certain genres.
Okay, enough books for now. Doctor Who. Yes, I am such a Doctor Who nerd. I am constantly listening for the TARDIS. Alas, so far, no joy. I am also a Whedonite – although the Buffyverse is my favorite. Star Trek (preferably TOS), Battlestar Galactica (again, TOS), Tim Burton….I could go on and on. But won’t.
My musical tastes range across everything much like my book tastes do. Right now, I am currently enamored of Jamie Cullum, but I have always been a sucker for a good pianist. (Which honestly sounds like a dirty word. So, it’s my number one NERDY word!)
There’s a lot more to me, I will reveal as time goes on. I just wanted to give you an idea what this blog would be about. I will probably ramble a lot, form a coherent thought or two here and there, rant a little, gush a whole lot, and cry when a book or The Doctor breaks my heart. Today, you get a two-fer (since it’s Tuesday), because I have this post and another one I want to write. I did not want to muddy the waters for the other one, so I will leave you for now. And shall return in about fifteen seconds. Ciao!