Reflecting on 9 Years as a Book Blogger + Answering Your Questions on Reading Slumps
I looked up the other day and realized that it was March, and while I've never been great at keeping track of the exact date I launched Reading, Writing, and Me, I do know it was March of 2017, over Spring Break. So I did some backtracking through the archives, and my best guess was that I made the first post today, nine years ago. I surprised myself when I realized it really was nine years—I had to do the math a few times to be sure. I was talking to my mom about this nine years thing the other day, and she said that she still remembers fourteen-year-old me bounding into the room asking for permission to start a Blogger account, pitching that it would be good for my college applications as a way to sell her on letting me run wild on the internet. I was that young when this started, and now I'm a fully grown adult living on my own in a different country. Oftentimes, in the most recent years, I've glazed right over the blog anniversary. It's a hard, strange thing to cel...
