Well, here it is. That first entry in a blog that carries so much potential, that begins the expectations, that sets the bar for other blog entries… that is the gravity of these words.
Wait. Was that grammatically correct? That is the gravity of these words. Those are the gravities of these words. Bah. Whatever.
I used to blog a lot, but then I turned to journaling because I didn’t have to worry about everyone in the world being able to access my thoughts. However, I am very vocal about what I think about books, and I love reading, especially chick literature.
Some may claim that it is an unrealistic reality that force girls to dream unrealistic fantasies. So what? Should we stop watching all movies then? Nada.
Here’s the deal: chick literature is fun to read. It puts me in a good mood. When it’s well written, it can be a beautiful thing. And who are we to criticize beauty?
But here I am contradicting myself. Because I will totally be both praising and criticizing all sorts of books.
Okay. Well. That was probably the least insightful first blog I’ve ever written (and I’ve written probably 10 “first blogs.”) Hopefully that’s not an omen to the rest of my entries.