Over the last few years I’ve toyed with the idea of creating a blog, a zine, a space (whatever you want to call it) on the internet to truly call my own. Also, over the years, I’ve failed at every opportunity I’ve ever given myself to do this. Let’s just say I’m not so great with execution. Sometimes honesty just plain sucks.
That’s where The Desert Bibliophile comes into play.
I originally created The Desert Bibliophile back in 2010. back then, I thought, “Hey self, you really love books and you live in the desert, why don’t you blog about it?” Cue a couple half-hearted reviews and one harsh critique of a self-published fantasy novel (I use that term very loosely) and that was the end of that momentary lapse of judgement.
Five years later and here I am, still a book addict and still living in the desert. So let’s try this again.
Hi, my name is Kay. Some people call me Kayrah, which is an half-hearted attempt at poking fun at the fact I’m half Asian. I’m currently twenty-eight years old with no intention of acting my age anytime soon and reside in the always sunny city of Tucson, Arizona. Tucson isn’t exactly what I would consider my ideal place to call home, but for now it’ll do. I live with my wonderful husband and our two dogs, George (named after my two favorite George’s–Lucas and Harrison) and Preston Lacey (named after the hilarious Preston Lacey of jackass fame). Over the last couple of years of being married and faking my way through adulthood the one thing that I always try to make time for is curling up with a good book. Most of the other things I make time for include eating, drinking or eating and drinking while reading a good book (bonus points for simultaneously binge watching Gilmore Girls via Netflix). I’m a huge fan of multi-tasking. I hate doing my laundry, like seriously hate it. I have bins upon bins of laundry staring at me right now. I have multi trend-colored hair. I own more notebooks than any one person should ever own. My friends refer to me as their “genius bar” (read: I refer to myself as genius bar when my friends ask me to fix their iPhones). I think I’m funnier than my friends do. I probably think I’m funnier than you think I am too.
P.S. Here I am, rock you like a hurricane.