This past week I experience my first major disappointment as a book blogger outside of being declined for an ARC: THE REALIZATION THAT I CANNOT ATTEND BEA THIS YEAR.
It crushed my soul, that one. I
cried moped for days thinking about all the amazing authors I wouldn’t get to meet and awesome galleys I wouldn’t get to grab. I even went on a campaign to find a book convention that would be happening closer to where I live (therefore more easily accessible/affordable). I don’t know why I did it. Because I knew….I knew…that…
I LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE AND NOTHING GOOD EVER COMES HERE!!! *sob*
Ok, maybe that was unfair. Sometimes good things come here. Like Daughtry concerts. And…well, really that’s about it. There was Paramore that one time and NIN too…but they haven’t been back since.
BUT IT’S OK. Because I have a dream. I have dream…that someday…the hubs and I will live in a bigger state near a big city where we can go to all the concerts and book signings/conventions we want to. I HAVE A DREAM…that someday we will no longer be oppressed by the rest of the country’s lack of knowledge that the place where we live even exists.
I HAVE A DREAM.
I also have a review to write sooo I should probably go do that instead of goofing off. Right. Well, goodbye!