I'm Carly, I'm a YA book blogger and writer from Bath, UK. I like books, boys with long eyelashes and the 80s. Visit me at @carlybennett on Twitter or over at the Writing from the Tub blog at http://carlybennett.blogspot.com.
The Literary Triforce: Reading, Writing, Blogging
I’d like to introduce you to the Triforce within my brain. Enter reading, writing and blogging. Three passions that you could say have taken over my life.
For me, the three are so intrinsically linked that I can’t do one without the other two piggybacking along for the ride. If I write a good scene I want to pick up my favourite book in celebration and once I’ve picked up that book, one which stirs something within me, there’s no chance of my blogging brain keeping quiet.
Reading came first, a passion that drew me in so quickly and ferociously that I can’t remember a time I wasn’t scouring libraries and bookshops for new titles to curl up with. It’s always been there. From when I was a child who adored all things Enid Blyton (Malory Towers – YES PLEASE), to a sullen tween who was ‘far too deep, man’ for YA and instead blundered through dense literary fiction (on the outside I was nodding wisely, on the inside I was weeping for some Judy Blume).
While I’m no longer a young adult there is something about the characters and the worlds and the beautiful writing in YA that I will never tire of. It is where I feel most relaxed, most driven, most at home. It’s an exciting time to be a fan of this age range; things are changing and evolving on a daily basis and the market is a fascinating thing to observe.
Reading, of course, is what taught me the magic of storytelling and inspired me to write down the tales that were hurtling around my own head. They started off as scribbles in exercise books about adventures with talking dogs (always talking dogs) but grew and changed as I did.
Blogging is the final and most recent member of the Triforce. It gives me the platform to talk about all of the ways that reading and writing motivate and excite me. It gives me a space to rant when I just can’t get that one specific scene quite right and I’m so frustrated it’s tempting to sling my laptop out of the window just so I have an excuse to go outside and, you know, breathe fresh air.
It allows me to talk to people about my latest and greatest read, the one that I can’t keep quiet about, the one I want to stand on the rooftops and shout about, in the hope that one other person will pick it up and love it the way I do.
I’m not the type of person that can read a book without wanting to share my opinion about it afterwards, which is exactly why I found my way into the world of blogging. If blogging wasn’t there I’d spend my days waxing lyrical about my most recent favourite read, boring my non-reader friends and family to death with YA reference after YA reference…
Oh, wait; I still do all of those things.
Now, look at this:
That’s “Paul Mounet”, a french actor, who “died” in 1922.
His body never was found.
Then, look at this:
An unknown man, painted in 1530 by Parmigianino.
…I believe in real vampires. This shit is legit.