The description for this blog is ‘I have more books than friends’, and is probably the most accurate thought I’ve had about myself. I need two hands to count my friends, but would need my hands, feet and those of my dismembered enemies (do I sound like Patrick Bateman to you?) to count the number of books I own.
In the real world, my name is Izzy. I’m seventeen. Other than revelling in my self-loathing, my main ‘thing’ is going to the theatre. I don’t write about theatre that much because it makes me all gushy-gushy, which is not in-keeping with my natural brand of cynicism. Although any mention of Duncan Macmillan, Sarah Kane, Chekhov or Federico Garcia Lorca will send me spiralling into a whirlwind of literary hand-flapping.
This whirlwind also applies to Into the Wild, Pullman’s His Dark Materials, and Philip Larkin’s poem Aubade. Although the power of Larkin reading this poem is somewhat lost when completely surrounded by hoards of screaming Year 7s. Find a darkened room first.
I also parody blog over at It’s a Genuine Opinion, which is just like this one, but with a more intense anger and not as many books. And Iago! My main G!
(also an apology for the horrendous nature of my mid-week post photos. I leave for school when it’s dark, and return when it’s dark, and I don’t fancy lugging my books to school only to take ~ aesthetic ~ pictures. It’s not my style.)