So, it’s been about 2 weeks since Christine Riccio, also known by her name on booktube, polandbananasbooks, released her debut novel “Again, But Better”. Since she’s got quite a large following on booktube (the largest sub count in the community, if I remember correctly), the expectations for this novel have been on the high side. Unfortunately, that also means people are ready to discredit the book right off the bat. I read an ARC of it, and fell somewhere in the middle. Whether or not you liked the novel, the question lingering in the air seems to be: should booktubers write books? Continue reading “Should BookTubers Write Books?”
It happened during one of the best few days I’d had during the best year of my life. Continue reading “One Year Without You”
This is for you.
You, fourteen years old, in the aftermath of your first breakup (but certainly not your first heartbreak), becoming acquainted with the lonely white of your bathroom walls because they’re the only place to release your panic in peace. How many nights have you stayed up all night with your back pressed to the bathtub, a hardcover copy of Twilight in your hands, absorbing Bella’s world and wishing for a vampire boyfriend who would protect you instead of diminish your worth? How many times have you struggled to squeeze Breaking Dawn into the space between your desk and the tops of your thighs, trying to hide it from teachers and disappear into this world of fangs and immortality as you please?
I’m glad you had a place to tuck away your panic when the world pushed down on your chest dangerously. Continue reading “This is For You: A Love Letter to Myself”
Wow. This is unexpectedly terrifying.
I could be talking to the void right now, but let’s pretend for a moment that I’m not.
Hey, friends. I’m Nikki, and I have this weird fear of blogs. Keeping one is something I’ve always wanted to do, but even though I’ve been writing my whole life, something in my brain has been telling me that I could never do this. Why? Is it the formatting of it? The way blogs seem to have a different kind of life? Is it how people are (possibly) reading my words right now?
Whatever it is, I’m going to conquer it.
I set a goal for myself at the beginning of this year — to share some of my writing with the world outside my room. We’re nine months into 2018 and I have yet to do so. This is partially because I haven’t written as much as I’d like, and partially because I wasn’t sure what to share or where to share it. And to be honest, I’m not 100% positive of what I’ll be adding to this blog (reviews? travel posts? lists of the top three songs that made me cry uncontrollably that week?) but I know that if I want to share my writing, I have this as an option.
Another goal of mine was to get better at expressing myself. I often feel that my words are inadequate to what I’m feeling or really trying to say. Lately I’ve been thinking that this is just me censoring myself using insecurities, and I’d like to put a stop to that. I’ll never really improve unless I try, right?
So I guess that’s the point of this post right here: to make a starting point. I’ve already gotten this far, so why should I stop now that I’ve taken the first step?
I hope to have fun stuff up on this blog soon! If you’re reading this, if you’re following me, if you’re just passing through, I want to say thank you and I hope I’ll be seeing you around!! ♡