starting is so strange

Not to begin on a self-defeating note, but if it weren't a class assignment, I would never start a blog. I don't consider my opinions interesting or insightful enough to project over the internet.
I only include this bit of self-deprecation to somehow ease my pain about the self-absorption that's about to commence. Never in my life have I used the prefix self so many times in one paragraph, and therein lies my biggest issue with blogging.

All of that aside (if you can still believe it), I'm excited for this project. I will be blogging about reading.

My relationship with books, stories, and poems will dominate this site. But not just my relationship with them. Their relationships with other mediums. The cause and effect of writing in the universe. How my mind creates links between poems and songs, books and films, stories and art. How those links exist far beyond me, coming together in a world full of beautiful words.

And to avoid boring all of my academically obligated readers to death, I'll share some fun (or depressing, shocking, hilarious, whatever they may be) tidbits about the writers I'm writing about. And that will be enlightening for all of us.

So here we go. Starting is so strange.