An Introduction
Hi. My name is Eve. I am a 22-year old bookworm living in the Midwest. My favorite tea is bengal spice, I have a certain partiality for chocolate cake with vanilla icing, and the first and most consistent love of my life has always been the written word.
Like many younger readers, I didn’t start picking books up on my own — I was encouraged by a parent. At the age of 6, I spent most evenings cartwheeling around the living room while my mom read Harry Potter aloud. By the time we reached The Prisoner of Azkaban, I was hooked. I practically inhaled every word. I hid flashlights under my pillow and perfected the art of silently turning pages when it was long past my bedtime. I always had a book on me, no matter the occasion. Mealtimes, school hours, bathroom breaks, and even car rides (during which I was prone to motion sickness) were no exceptions to this rule. Books were like secret maps to discovering the magic in my own world. Porch lights became fairies, walking to the nearest 7-11 turned into a thousand-mile quest, and standing up to the neighborhood bully was equivalent to slaying a dragon. Because of books, the world was enchanting and terrifying and always had some new adventure to offer up.
Fast forward to May 2020. It’s been 10 years since I’ve read as consistently and fervently as I did when I was in elementary school. The U.S. is failing to cope with a global pandemic. I have graduated from a well-known public university with an honors degree in arts management. Jobs are hard to come by, theatre jobs (my specialization) even harder so. The pressure to secure a stable income increases every day. Yet, something peculiar happens: I pick up a book. Then another one. And another one. 30 books later and the magic from the page starts to seep into the world around me again. I don’t have things quite figured out yet, but if characters like Frodo Baggins can make it from the Shire to Mount Doom, then I can make it through this chaos that is adulthood during COVID.
So, here we are, dear fellow readers. After years and years, books save me. Between covers and pages and punctuation I have found a sense of hope and joy. I want to share this hope and joy with you. Hence, the creation of eve reads. This is the story of my journey with books, my dipping back into the magic. I can’t yet promise the high-grade quality of seasoned book reviewers, just my honest opinion and a passion as large as my to-be-read list. I hope you’ll join me.
To adventure,
Eve.