It feels like it’s been a while since I did a Wednesday post that wasn’t a book review. But, it’s not because I haven’t finished a book… well not fully. It’s because I’m hoping to get a few interested bloggers to help me out with a project. So, if you fancy writing a little something for here then read on. If not, feel free to go about your business.
We’re basically halfway through February at this point which, unsurprisingly, means we’re almost in March. That, in turn, means it’s been a year since I turned 30 and made the whole of 2018 about that very fact. There was my Throwback Thirty feature where I reviewed an 1988 film every week for the whole year and my 30 Books For My 30th series where I wrote a letter to a significant book every day for my birthday month. Was it self-indulgent? Most certainly. But was it fun? Most of the time. There were definitely some downers when it came to the films as, it turns out, 1988 wasn’t really a year full of cinematic gold. Well, I guess not everything from that year can turn out as well as I did…
So, what is the point of this post? In honour of the 12 months since my 30 Books For My 30th series debuted I was hoping to reinstate it but with help from you guys. Provided I can get 30 different people willing to write a letter, I want to collect together a whole new set of letters. My original series can be found here if you want to see what sort of thing I’m talking about but, really, it can be anything you want. Well, any book that you want otherwise the title might be a bit misleading. My letters were a wild mix of over-emotional, silly, or angry. I used books that I loved, books that I hated, and books that changed my life. So, it can be turned anyway you want.
Anyone who kept up with the series last year will remember that I was inspired by the books Dear Fahrenheit 451: A Librarians Love Letters and Break-up Notes to Her Books. I thought the book was utterly adorable and fell in love with the idea of doing it myself. And what better excuse than a milestone birthday to look back on the books that have shaped me into the person I am now. It was very narcissistic but great at the same time. A friend from work criticised me for not mentioning my twin sister at any point during the series but it wouldn’t really have fit in with the whole spirit.
Regardless, in order to celebrate the 31 days in March when I went all bookish and self-centred for a bit, I want to reinstate it but using letters from other people. You guys. If any of you out there are book bloggers, book lovers, wannabe book bloggers, or just interested parties then I’d love to hear from you. Either in the comments, using my email, or catch me on Instagram at @motherbooker. Let me know if you’re interested and we can arrange a way to get it sorted. I’ll post your letter at some point in the month, link back to your blog/social media, and promote you on Twitter and Instagram.
This series was a way to celebrate books and I want to hear from you guys which books meant something to you. Honestly, I’m doubtful that I’ll get anywhere near 30 replies but I thought I’d try. If I get none, then we can all move on. If I get a few then I’ll post them at various points anyway. We’ll see.
Who is Murdocal? A casual critic who is a little bit too obsessed with pop culture. A young woman who swears and rants much more than she knows she should whilst trying to make her way in an adult world she isn't prepared for. A not as recent as she'd like literature graduate who, between job applications and subsequent rejections, has turned to the internet to fight the boredom and review the shit out of everything.
"Maybe, just maybe, I'm the faller. Every family has someone who falls, who doesn't make the grade, who stumbles, who life trips up. Maybe I'm our faller."