avg_rating: 4.41
name: C.T. Madrigal
about: I should be read for not reading more. Some bitter queen who's just been kicked off Rupaul's Drag Race should sashay over to my bed, where I've succumbed to a TV show I care nothing about, and read me for filth. "CLOSE that bag of chips and OPEN a damn book!"She's right, that judgmental bitch, I need to read a book. I try...I really do, sometimes. I buy books, I have thousands of them, and occasionally I'll take a dozen to my room. In bed, I caress them as I would a new lover, running eager fingers down their rigid spines. Under their covers, I study a page from this one and a paragraph from that one. Inevitably, I find a line that's really smart, an epiphany for humanity tucked in a tiny sentence; it makes me jealous. A few more sentences, I should be read for not reading more. Some bitter queen who's just been kicked off Rupaul's Drag Race should sashay over to my bed, where I've succumbed to a TV show I care nothing about, and read me for filth. "CLOSE that bag of chips and OPEN a damn book!"She's right, that judgmental bitch, I need to read a book. I try...I really do, sometimes. I buy books, I have thousands of them, and occasionally I'll take a dozen to my room. In bed, I caress them as I would a new lover, running eager fingers down their rigid spines. Under their covers, I study a page from this one and a paragraph from that one. Inevitably, I find a line that's really smart, an epiphany for humanity tucked in a tiny sentence; it makes me jealous. A few more sentences, a lot more jealousy. "I should be writing." I sit upright. Our affair pauses there, I close the books. My chips (some in a bag, another on my shoulder) and I move to the computer where I pound on my keyboard, determined to type something that will enlighten mankind, while a tidy lover returns my jilted books to their dusty shelves. (So there it is: writing is the enemy of reading, kids. Never write.)As an adult I’ve read one book in its entirety. I won't tell you the name of the book for fear of having plagiarized the story entirely. I’ve read large chunks of a few other books, and little nibbles of a few hundred more. If you talk to me about the classics I'll nod agreement, "Yes, Frankenstein certainly was a feminist fable about the need for women in procreation," knowing nothing about what you've just said. I am embarrassed by these facts, as if they were a crotchward dribble on my pants front, and I hope that Goodreads is going to replace them with facts I can be proud of. Dangling prepositions aside, I am too good a writer to be such a bad reader. THAT'S THE END of my blurb, but I've one more thing to add. I've seen that a few of you have given my book 5 star reviews, and some others are reading it now, or have marked it to read. I've studied your cute little faces, hoping to telepathize my appreciation for the support. Like many writers—many people, I am no stranger to a bad day. Seeing the group of you always makes a crap day better; thank you. CTM ...more