“It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.”
Hailing from the snowy tundra/hotter-than-hell wasteland that is Southern Ontario, I am Krystin and reading is a past time I’ve had since I can remember.
I have always loved a good mystery, and can date back that obsession to my first experience with Nancy Drew – a gift my favourite aunt shared with me during those years just out of kindergarten. I still remember that old yellow paper book being placed in my hands. “The things Aunty reads are a bit too grown up for you, but maybe you’ll like this.”
That moment changed my life. I mean, it made me interested in mystery which snowballed to murder. So is that good or bad? Should my parents be upset with my aunt? Who’s to say? I’m just a girl, standing in front of a librarian, asking her to please not judge me because I have all these books about murder in my hands. Also, I’m in my 30s now! I can read what I want! *slams bedroom door*
I’m a wife and stepmother, with two furbabies at home, a full-time job and endless responsibilities that life has thrown my way because I guess I’m an “adult” now, so my love of reading has grown into not just a past time, but an essential part of my self-care routine. That, and a little bit of weed *wink*. My interest in all things dark and macabre has done nothing but mature, if such an interest can become more refined with age.
Due to my personality, I cannot help but be brutally honest when I write a review. Sometimes my reviews are not so much a review of literary quality, but intense emotional reactions where I struggled to write actual words, as opposed to just fuckkkkkkkkkkkk over and over again.
My opinion of a novel, whether good or bad, often results in a opinionated analysis that doesn’t hold back. I embrace my critical mind, and almost neurotic level of interest-focused perfectionism, making me a very Judgement McJudgeypants reader; I have no problem handing out 1 or 2 star ratings like they’re Halloween candy. But if I love a book, I LOVE a book. My bibliophile friends know I’m always honest.
So, if you’re looking for an unflinching, blunt and focussed reviewer, I’m your girl! Or if you’re looking for someone to discuss books with, the art of writing, and true crime, I’m your girl for that too. Just don’t try to talk to me about math. Find a different girl for that.
My greatest skill is memorizing the layout of a remote so I can push buttons without looking, and my pastimes include only taking selfies using snapchat filters, as well as eating and then complaining that I’m getting fat.