The point of documenting what I find in my books is to see who I was. It’s about honesty even if some of the stuff I find is embarrassing and reveals a part of me that I prefer stay hidden. Like the nerd who used to cut out pictures from magazines and newspapers of celebrities and then laminate them and use them as bookmarks.
So what does this batch of books say about me? I was obsessed with any other time period but my own. I loved the 1800s and early 1900s. And I grew up memorizing Bible verses. But not quite understanding what I was being taught. But with the right books and the right friends, I was set straight. Thank you Anne Rice and Neil Gaiman. Without you I might just be another judgmental homophobic hick living fifteen minutes outside of San Francisco.
Archiving my Life through Random Placeholders I find in my Books