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.
This is just a short post to say I wish you all a very Merry Everything and a Happy Whatever!
Whatever you celebrate, whoever you are – unless you’re a fucking asshole – I wish nothing but the best for you this holiday season and in the new year. If you’re down with Santa, I hope he is good to you… but I’m so sure he has an ass-load of coal to give out, too. Seems like an array of dickbags revealed themselves in 2020.
Speaking of dicks, we’re almost done with 2020!!!
And what a wild-ass trip it has been.
Between political dumpster fires, uprisings in social movements, environmental catastrophes and a global pandemic the likes of which we haven’t seen in a century – I’m fucking exhausted. Aren’t you?
I don’t think any of us could have predicted the kind of emotional and mental toll 2020 was going to take. The changes we would make, the lives we would lose… it has been almost unprecedented… 1918 shoutout!Continue reading “🎄Merry Everything & Happy Whatever!”
This is a quick post.
I want to wish everyone who has stopped by HTFT, read my shit all year long, commented and interacted and made blogging such a fun experience for me in 2019, and stuck around even when I’m not posting as much, a Happy Whatever and Merry Everything!
I hope your winter holidays are filled with good times, good books and good food. You can tell Santa, if he isn’t good to you too, I’ll cut a bitch 🎅Continue reading “🎄Merry Fucking Everything!”
I just wanted to write a quick little post to say THANK YOU so much to everyone who voted in the blogger awards, organized by the lovely May over at Forever & Everly. Please stop by her blog and check out the full list of winners. She worked hard on this and even endured a little undeserved drama, so your clicks and your support are important.
I was nominated in the Mystery/Thriller category along with some other amazing bloggers, and it means so much to me that you thought to vote for me. But to put me in a position to actually win the category? It’s totally mind-blowing.
In all seriousness, I’m deeply touched by how you’ve accepted my weird personality and my writing voice in this small internet space I’ve carved out for myself.Continue reading “The Third Annual Book Blogger Awards: I Fucking Won! This is my “Thank You” ♡”
Well, this is pretty fucking cool! I’m one year into book blogging, and would you just look at me with ten or so people knowing who I am and shit.
A couple of weeks ago I was getting tagged in posts where I was “nominated” by dope book bloggers for the first stage of these awards and I was all, Thank you, but…
Honestly, I wasn’t sure what exactly was going on and I didn’t know it ran in two stages. I was just really touched that anyone was nominating me for fucking anything. But today, I found out that my little murder blog made the cut to the next stage of the awards where you, the reader, actually get to vote, and I am all:
I need to take a breath and chill.
I feel like I have to pee even though I just peed. But I keep remembering what happened to me today and then I need to pee again.
KAREN FUCKING KILGARIFF READ. MY. BLOG.
…and just like Trump, I’m sure the audience for my first official blog post is going to be the biggest blog crowd ever. EVER. Where’s my own personal Sean Spicer when I need him? Or like, the actual Sean Spicer. Good Ol’ Spicey doesn’t seem to be doing much these days, maybe he could use the work, here, reporting on my…blog post…crowd…you know what? Never mind.
So, after much hmmm-ing and uhmmm-ing, and also sometimes not thinking about it for long stretches of time, I have decided to take my casual book blogging over from tumblr.com and create something a little bit more “hobbyist.” Bare with me as I work out the kinks…or don’t. Whatever. You do you. No pressure.
I’m just here to have fun and read and be immersed in murder. Like, other people’s murders. Not my own, and not in a exploitative way, I assure you. And certainly not murders I’m involved in, just to be clear, because I’ve never murdered anyone. Honestly.
I am a textbook true crime addict, and my genre of preference when I pick up a story is anything dark and twisty, so a combination of the two is exactly what you will find around these parts.Continue reading “Inauguration Day”