Welcome dear reader…
I hope you’re feeling good today. Delved into a good book already? If so, that’s very nice. If not, well… I’d recommend you to do so now, if there’s even a small amount of time. Grab a cup of something nice to drink and get comfortable. While you’re waiting for the water for your tea to boil, I am going to introduce myself.
My name is Rebekka. Hey there!
I’m a 23-year-old student from Germany. There are many things I like about my life and the world in general. I like my friends, laughing with them, driving with the windows down listening to music. I like nightly parties that last until sunrise, I like going out, visiting big cities, all this loud stuff.
But things that have some kind of silent and discrete beauty upon them make me feel content in a unique way and have always done so. Though I believe and am convinced that „beauty is always superficial“ (Donna Tartt, The Secret History) I have to confess that it is not only beauty on the inside I like. I love how old books look and feel, which counts among „outward appearance“, I think. I love a beautiful photo. A splash of milk slowly mixing with my morning coffee is a beautiful sight, too. As is a candle silently burning in the darkest hours of the night.
The written word I love because it has both, beauty on the inside as well as on the outside. I find a well-constructed sentence is one of the most aesthetically pleasing things the world can come up with. And it can reach my heart in more ways than superficial beauty can. To me, written words mean strength. They give people the power to express themselves, to be themselves, to show their braveness and be noticed.
In contrast, what I certainly don’t like at all are people telling me that if I like books, I automatically am socially incompetent. And neither do I like people stating that a person who regularly reads is generally very lonely and does not know how to enjoy life. This simply isn’t true. And no reader in the world would state such a thing. I certainly don’t feel like an introvert at all times. Instead, to me reading means becoming introverted at the right times. And in many cases writing means to silently retreat inwards for a certain time after having actively experienced and tasted an inspiring part of the world.
Well, enough of that. The core of what I wanted to state is: Do never, never ever feel ashamed for liking a good book, no matter what kind of book it is!
Coming to the formalities: At the moment, I am studying social sciences at a University in the Ruhr area and writing for a newspaper. It took me a few tries, but I am really into the subject I study now and into making money by writing things that people actually read. And I finally managed to create a blog to share what kinds of beauty (superficial or not) there are in my life. And specifically in the books I read.
Hope you enjoy 🙂