How sweet of 24-year-old me to think that I would be starting a food blog in 2020. No babes, there’s a pandemic on the way x
And now, three years post-pandemi lovato, I barely go out to eat at all. The cost-of-living crisis, coupled with the fact that I am a homebird who loves the comfort of my Dunelm-boucle-covered sofas and Jo Malone candles, means that the idea of going out to eat doesn’t often enter my radar.
What does though, and what always has and likely always will, is books. I’ll go into the whole “I fell out of love with reading after my English literature degree” story another time (spoiler, I’m back in love with it now). But apart from that momentary blip, I have always loved books – the smell, the feel, the adrenaline rush – and I’ve always considered myself an avid reader.
At the moment, I am INHALING book content at an unhealthy rate. From YouTube videos to Goodreads to StoryGraph to Waterstones to The Works to just staring at my bookshelves deciding what book to read next, I can’t get enough of it.
On one of those YouTube binges (which I like to think of as ‘research’), I was watching a book haul which was… Terrible. With a capital T it was so bad. The booktuber had no idea about the books she was unboxing and was giving the viewer, or researcher, no information about the novels at all. Embarrassing really. And so I thought, as I’m sure so many have before me: “I can do this so much better”.
So I’m coming back to this website. This lil slice of the internet as I have previously called it. To write about books. And to aim to talk about them better than that one youtuber I watched. Because what’s life without a little competition?