I’m Katie. I loved reading as a child so much that my extended family started buying me books for Christmas instead of toys. For the record, I ALSO liked toys. I’m not bitter or anything, really, I promise. When I was in college I started intentionally taking electives that would require reading novels as part of the curriculum, and as a result ended up with a minor in Women’s Studies and a minor in History. I was a few credits shy of a third minor, in creative writing, because I was intimidated by my poetry professor. Sorry dude, but nobody who COULD be a neurosurgeon or an astrophysicist becomes a poetry professor because it’s the only thing that “challenges” them. He literally told us this on the first day of class. I dropped the class immediately. My meek and sensitive nature just wasn’t up to the challenge of dealing with such epic douchebaggery.
Since college, I’ve spent a lot of my spare time devouring literature (I use the term loosely- some of what I’ve read hasn’t exactly been high quality). I have a talent for blocking out all my surroundings while reading. I can and have read through wedding receptions, trade shows, and awkward social gatherings. I also excel at finding hiding places to do my clandestine reading.
I wanted to write a blog and stick with it, so I decided to write the blog about the only “hobby” I’ve ever stuck with. I won’t guarantee that the occasional humorous anecdote about my failed attempts at knitting won’t make an appearance. Words for Worms (as in bookworms, in case you don’t follow my attempts at cleverness) will discuss books, literature, e-readers, book clubs, snobbery, snark, and wherever my reading happens to take me.
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