Having lived in Phoenix for five years and taken advantage of few “literary” opportunities, I’m committing to a more books/writing-focused experience out here in the Wild West.
I grew up loving books. I spent most of my summers at the pool or sprawled out reading. My parents didn’t mind – there were no qualms placing a couple of crisp bills on the counter at the local Little Professor (though I was often told to narrow my teetering tower to my top ten choices).
When I packed up and went to college, that love waned. I didn’t enjoy shopping for books as much as I used to. Maybe it was a preview of my disillusionment with big, brand name behemoths, or maybe I was just busy keeping up with my reading for classes.
Living in Phoenix, I haven’t made as much time for local books or writing events. Over the next few months, I’ll be chronicling regular forays into the world of indie bookstores, author events, and word nerdiness. It should be fun times, if you’re into that sort of thing.