Welcome to Bookish Blatherings, a Bad Bird Reads feature where I ramble about bookish or bloggerish things and hopefully you will join in on the discussion.
I am at a point in my life where I don’t know where I am going to end up. A lot of things are uncertain. Especially in the job department. By summer, my path can go many ways. I have a passion and interest in a lot of things, A LOT of things. I have degrees, certificates, and experience in a lot of stuff as well (since I can’t seem to stick with one career choice). But I don’t know if my final career will be in one of the areas I enjoy, which is a depressing thought, but realistic. But through all this uncertainty, I have had one constant. One job, dream job actually, that would satisfy me to no end. No doubt in my mind that if I was offered this job, I would do it for the next 60 years and enjoy every fucking minute of it. How can I know this? Because any time I have time off from work, school, and so on, I am doing this thing. I am obsessed with this thing. I think about doing this thing all day. What is it?
I would die a happy woman if I could have a career as a book reviewer. Not just any book review job. I want to be able to read the books I want to read and review them (with no outside influence, being 100% honest like am now, doing it for free), and not what other people tell me to read. Now, this doesn’t mean I want to be paid to review books per se. I would read and review books no matter what. But if I could wake up, read and review books until I pass out at night, and make enough money to live off of just doing that, I would be head over heals excited with my job every day.
I feel like all the possible jobs I go for now are great choices, but in the back of my head I know book reviewing is my ultimate dream job. Realistically, this job doesn’t really exist. Book reviewers who get paid usually either don’t get to read what they want, they get paid to write down not so honest opinions because it’s more about book promotion, or they don’t make enough money to live off of. No offense to paid book reviewers though, this is just my opinion based on my knowledge to date.
This all got me thinking about other book bloggers. Do you girls feel the same way?
Is reading and reviewing your ideal books your dream job or does your passions lie elsewhere?