This post is all about connecting dots. Please bear with me.
A little announcement before the post starts. I could’ve added the adjective ‘exciting’ to my previous sentence but I don’t think forcing opinions is a good thing. Anyway, for the announcement: this blog and all my social media handles (twitter, tumblr, goodreads and pinterest) will get a makeover. A few posts will leave and make room for new amazing ones; not like they have to actually make space but you get the point. (connect the dots) There would be new color schemes, new logo, and other stuff. No, my and the blog’s name will remain unchanged. Also, all this would happen on April 17th, 2018, as if that should be a surprise. (connect the dots)
If this excites you and you’re intrigued enough to get a hint of how this would all turn out, you can head over to my instagram because it’s the first thing to be revamped.
There are many reasons for this renovation I’m doing but many of them are too dumb to mention. For one, it’s my birthday. Secondly, my blog is six months old and it deserves this change. What? I have to think about my baby, come on. Third, I’m too bored looking at the same picture of mine everywhere for the past months. And last but not the least, I’m turning twenty and this is a great way to ensure the ‘19’ on all my descriptions is changed to ‘20’.
Now that the announcement part is over, let’s get to the main point of this blog post.
Recently, while revamping my instagram, I was wondering what to describe myself as.
A human? Sure, added that in a jiffy.
A blogger? Duh.
19? At the moment, yeah.
Aspiring writer? True.
Digital Artist? Luckily.
Aesthetic Lover? By habit.
AND? What about my love for books? How do I describe that? What do I call myself?
That’s when the search began. After browsing through a number of bookstagrams, book blogs, bookish twitter accounts, and bookblrs, I got my answer.
I had to come up with a name myself. So I did.
I called myself a book phoenix.
[Warning: Do not connect too many dots and assume I’m talking about the city in Arizona]
Let’s start from scratch. Phoenix, according to the Oxford Dictionary, is (in a classical mythology) a unique bird that lived for five or six centuries in the Arabian desert, after this time burning itself on a funeral pyre and rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle.
Points to justify myself:
- Arabian Desert. I live in Dubai and though it’s a high-end city, it’s technically a desert. And I was born in there (no, not literally in the desert) and have lived there for my life of twenty years.
- Unique. Do I need to justify that? #selflove
- Burning itself on a funeral pyre. Every time I finish a book; it’s either a happy death or a sad one…sometimes a 3 star kinda death.
- Rising from the ashes. Every time I pick up a book; it’s always a happy resurrection
- I’m still working on ‘living for five or six centuries’.
I know, so many dots!
And that’s it. I resonated so well with the phoenix, I knew I had to call myself this as a book enthusiast. After all, reading is like resurrection, and I don’t mean it in a religious or philosophical manner. I mean it in a normal book lover’s manner. Everytime I read a story, it’s like walking the path of that character, sliding from one page to the other. Everytime I finish a story, that sliding has lit a spark and when the last page is turned, I burn into ashes. But you know what they say, ‘a reader lives a thousand lives’, and that’s exactly what follows. I pick up a book again and become a part of a never ending cycle; I become a phoenix.
What about you guys? What do you like being called as a book lover?