Hello! It’s so nice to meet you.
Thanks for stopping by my little corner of the internet. This is a place where I talk about everything: life, love, passions, traveling writing, and – my favorite thing – books!
A little about Emily (that’s me!)
Stories have always had a profound impact on my life and how I’ve grown as a human being. My parents instilled a love for reading in me at an early age, and I have fond memories of going to the library with my mom on a regular basis just so I could check out another huge stack of books. Diving deep into fictional worlds is one of my favorite ways to spend my time.
In 2013, I even set a goal to read 100 books in a year. Spoiler alert: I DID IT! It was one of the most fulfilling and rewarding (and stressful) goals I’ve ever set, and I discovered so many new-to-me authors along the way.
In summary: I’m not really the kind of person who freaks out over celebrity sightings, but if Neil Gaiman or Rainbow Rowell tweets at me, I’ll fangirl about it for DAYS.
Why “The Unpretentious Reader”?
Do you ever get the unpleasant feeling, when reading book reviews, that some are just downright snobby about the book? Or the writing? Or the genre? YA fiction, in particular, gets a lot of flack from people, and I never understand why. Look – I can, and do, appreciate good writing and great literature along with the best of them. But I’m not going to limit what I read to whatever is deemed the most intellectual and literary work of them all, while shunning the rest. And I figure, if I feel that way, plenty of other people probably do, too.
I believe that people often read books for more than just literary enlightenment, and I think this is perfectly ok. Sometimes I read deep and important novels, and sometimes I read books that I unashamedly obsess over with the rest of society. The point is, neither is better than the other.