The booksluts have a long history of reading.
Greengeekgirl (Susie) learned to read when she was three, surprising her mom in the grocery store by pointing out that an item was “buy one, get one free!” (GGG: Yes, my mom still tells that story all the time. Complete with facial expressions.) She’s been reading voraciously since she was a child, and often above her reading level–if not in difficulty, then definitely in content, as she started reading Stephen King novels when she was eleven. By the time she was in high school, she was voluntarily seeking out Literature while her friends were still reading Goosebumps. She was the only fucking person in her senior class who understood the book Catcher in the Rye and is still bitter about the ignorance of her peers to this day.
Greengeekgirl is a blogger at http://greengeekgirl.com and http://geekgirlrecipes.wordpress.com, an ice cream connoisseur, a cat-mommy of three, and a wife. You can also find her on Shelfari and on Goodreads.
Rob only remembers using her Crayolas on her Little Golden Books and changing Goldilocks’ curls from yellow to black until the age of nine, when she read Watership Down for the first time. She barely remembers opening anything else book-like for years, except under durance vile in high school, when she was tortured and tormented into reading the likes of Salinger, Steinbeck, and ‘that fucking sot’ O’Neill. Once recovered from this forced literary trauma, Rob became the pissy and picky reader she is proud to be today. Has maturity made Rob a more patient reader these days?
(snorts) Yeah…you bet.
Amy surprised her mother by learning to read much earlier than expected, and sneaking downstairs during naptime to read chapters ahead in The Wizard of Oz. She confessed tearfully a few days later, as she is, and remains, horrendous at subterfuge. In kindergarten, her teacher would have Amy read books to her peers at naptime so she could sneak out in the hall to make out with her boyfriend. This did not endear little Amy to her peers one teeny-tiny bit. Aw. They were just jealous at how awesome she was. (And remains. To this day.)
Amy blogs at http://lucysfootball.com/ and http://theloserstable.com/, loves theater, obscure punctuation marks, animals, television, and all things geekery, has a very low tolerance for nonsense and grammatical errors, and thinks that comfy pajamas and expensive chocolate should be tax writeoffs.
A brief history of the Insatiable Booksluts
Rob and Susie met eleven years ago in a chatroom dedicated to hoity-toity snobby booklust. Being two of the only sane people in the room, they became friends almost immediately. Even though the chatroom imploded due to internet drama, the booksluts remained friends and started a moderately successful online book club in March of 2007. (By “moderately successful,” I mean, it hasn’t broken up because of flame wars and we all still generally like each other, and still talk about actual books.) The reading material in our online club has grown more and more interesting as time went on. Wanting to share the same experience with even more book lovers, the booksluts decided to start a new venture together: this very blog.
Susie met Amy on Twitter in 2011, and immediately, they both recognized that they were probably separated at birth. Except they’re not the same age, much less having been born on the same day. But whatever, it still totally could have happened. Susie begged Amy to join IB, knowing that the blog would never be complete without her, and after much pleading and showering of gifts, Amy agreed.
That is how our little corner of the internet came to be. We hope you enjoy reading this blog as much as we enjoy reading for and writing it.
