I have not done a book chat forever. I have been super busy on Thursdays and haven't been able to write up the posts, but at long as I like the topics I should be back for the next couple of weeks.
This weeks post is about book blogging. Why did I choose to book blog when I could have started any blog I wanted? At first I wasn't sure what kind of blog I wanted to run. I knew I couldn't always just talk about my life. Then one day in December I was bored and I decided I was going to start a blog. I published my first post about my book resolutions for 2013. Ever since then I knew I was going to run a book blog with pieces of my life sprinkled in the posts.
How has blogging change what I read?
Without me really knowing it my reading habits have changed. In 2012 I read many books by the same author in a row and I read less books last year. This year I feel like I need to finish books faster so I can get my reviews up. For the first time I started to read reviews and write my own reviews which I had never done either before. I realized the amount of books to read was limitless. I started reading different books such as fairy tales and new authors. I only read a couple new authors last year and this year I have read a little over 15. I also believe I read a lot more YA where I read more adult last year. I'm trying to keep a good mix. I read a lot of YA blogs and they all review amazing books so I want to read them too. I believe people need to extend their reading interests and read adult books also. My favorite adult authors are Jodi Picoult, Debbie Macomber, and Kristin Hannah.
The only thing I don't like about my new habits is that I look at big books differently. I used to be able to take a month to read a larger book and now I stay away from them a little bit more. I feel like I don't have as much time for my favorite authors such as Jodi Picoult because I don't think I will be able to finish the book fast enough. That is why I did no TBR list this month so I could get back to free reading in June.
Thanks for reading