I Have a Bookshelf!

Confession: The last eighteen months have been the hardest months of my life.

Even now it is still hard to think  about it, let alone sit here in bed typing down all the craziness of the past year and a half. Reliving all the emotions that have been circulating as well as, the conscious fact that I haven't been able to take the reins myself and have a fairy godmother wave her wand-- bibbity bobbity boo!

Poof!

I have a home to call my own-- a bedroom that I can shut the door to and fall asleep, again, five o'clock in the evening, or spend my night staying up til three am reading an epic fantasy novel.

All this was stripped away from me. Abandoned and not told what was going on til a week before I was going to be evicted from our family property. The lies she told me: that we were on top of the rent; that it wasn't over some man. It took me a while to forgive my mother. I'm still learning to now- the promise that nothing would be taken from under our feet again.

We were homeless until we got shoved into a house from the council on the hopes that we get accepted back on the list for the love that my brother and sister are at the even smaller risk of being homeless again.

The most exciting thing that has happened in all of this is that I got a bookshelf at a boot fair and begin to piece together the various parts of me, back together on these bits of wood.

This is why blogging has a bit all over the place. Homeless, practically bookless and in the deepest pit of depression. It's been pretty hard to find the time to commit to making this work, no matter the fun I am having being able to just talk about these books.

What has kept me going was the kindness online and seeing the side of humanity that everyone seems to forget is online above the negativity of Trolls.

So, thank you! And be prepared. I got a shit tonne of reviews to post over the next few months.