That’s right, it’s here again! My annual “end of the year” post to wish you a very happy holiday season, whatever you lovely book nerds and murderinos celebrate. I can’t believe I’m writing another one of these. Smash Mouth got it right, the years really do start coming and they don’t stop coming…
So, it is T-minus 5 days until that Very Merry Morning, and honestly, I’m not sure how we got here. Like, first it’s Christmas and then what’s next? The new year?! Excuse you, stupid fucking calendar! I’m just supposed to accept that it’s 2022? How? And why? And how again?
I’m still processing 2020, but somehow two more years have come and gone in this unprecedented pandemic that gets more and more precedented the longer we keep doing half-measures. I didn’t read as much as I hoped to this year, my blogging fell off, my mental health has been teetering right on the edge for twelve full months, and I didn’t get my shit together physically like I wanted to.
Really all I got out of 2021 was another year older, under eye cream for fine lines and a little agoraphobia.
That’s some bullshit, but I guess there’s always next year.
With that said, I’ll be starting my annual break from blogging until after the New Year today, so I want to take this time to say thank you for reading and engaging with my shitty posts and ridiculous reviews this year. Thank you for the lovely emails full of kind words, commiseration and true crime case recommendations. Thanks for being my internet friends. You are all the bright spot through a gloomy couple of years and you make this little hobby of mine feel like so much more than just a hobby.
While I won’t be active here, I will still be posting over on #bookstagram. You can find me under @thefuckingtwist.
I know there is so much pressure right now to be merry & bright and have that holiday spirit, but in these strange and twisted times, that’s not always easy. It’s okay to not be jolly if you don’t fucking want to be. Personally, I stocked up on edibles so I’ll make it through somehow, as the song goes. But I doubt they were referring to weed…
However you’re feeling this season, I hope you find peace and acceptance for where you’re at in life. I wish you nothing but good books, good food and the good times you need to make it through another year of this total bullshit.
I will be back with new posts in January, hopefully refreshed & relaxed and ready to start 2022 with a “grab the bulls by the horns” type of attitude, but I’m also not optimistic.
At the very least, I’ll be ready to read another stack of new books while I actively ignore the books on my shelves, and to write about what I read with all the cursing and nonsensical ranting you can handle and have come to love, tolerate and/or expect.
That much I can promise you.
Until 2022, Booknerds!
Stay safe. Be kind, and be as merry & bright as you can be ❤️💚