Monday, 17 October 2011
Today I checked my email and saw that I got one from FutureMe.org, sent by me last year. There were no words of advice or meaningful quotations to cheer me up. There was nothing to remind me of hardships of last year.
It was just this:
“Dear FutureMe,
Turn around, I’m behind you.”
Sometimes I’m a jerk to myself.

Excelsior, fellow book lovers!
Sometimes I wonder why my books haven't asked for my parents' blessings yet.
You don't need to know who I am. Only that I like things. Like books. I am also a bookseller, which is why my hands are so dry to the point of them peeling off like snake-skin.
This blog is meant to be as ridiculous and funny as it is serious. I love books, reviewing them, discussing them, and analyzing them, but I'm also a fan of awesome things that make me laugh.
This does not include cheesy romantic comedies or lemon-flavoured candies. These are neither laugh-worthy (usually) or awesomely yummy (ick).
