I’m late on this (because of course I am), so apologies because you’re about to be bombarded by all of the end of the year posts in the next couple of days. I was going to format this like a review (star rating and all), but it felt strange to give a year a star rating. I was also going to start with some negative stuff, but I think I want to keep this as positive as I can. But this rambling is getting us nowhere, so without further ado, here is a look into my 2017.
2017 was a strange year. It wasn’t horrible by any means, just strange. I guess that how it goes when you start the year still a little sick from the flu you got on Boxing Day (2016). January wasn’t great. Between experiencing my depression at the worst it’s ever been and stressing out over my first exams of grade 12, 2017 really didn’t start the way I’d hoped. On the more positive side, I had been accepted into 2 of the 3 universities I had applied to by January, and I had re-discovered Fall Out Boy during my long period of extreme depression, so it wasn’t all bad.
February began with me still being depressed, but it also held my mom’s birthday and the Super Bowl. Other than finishing Crooked Kingdom, I don’t remember much else from February.
In March I believe I was accepted to the last of the universities I applied to. I also read The Hate U Give in March, a book I really didn’t expect to love as much I did. March was also the month I got to see Green Day in concert, and it was one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to, though I haven’t been to many.
April was a great reading month for me, as I rated 3 books 5 stars (not counting the Hamiltome). April was also the month I started doing Favourite Book of the Month posts (a series I haven’t been able to keep up with because I haven’t rated anything high enough). My little sister also turned 15 in April, which still seems crazy to me.
May is my birthday month, so I turned 18. I don’t think turning 18 was as magical as little kid me had hoped, but it happened all the same. Reading wise, May was generally disappointing, though I did enjoy one book I read.
My dad and brother celebrate their birthdays in June. While my brother being 17 isn’t as shocking as my sister being 15, it’s still weird to think how quickly the time has gone by. June also brought prom and my last exams of high school. June was an okay reading month, but it wasn’t the best.
July was strange, because I was reading as much as I possible so I could schedule posts for August. Other than that, it was fairly uneventful.
August was when I got to travel to South Africa with my grandmother. This was the first time I had ever been outside of North America. It was so nice to be able to spend time with my relatives. It’s strange when a large part of your family lives on a completely different continent. I was sad to leave, but I had to go home to pack for university. Looking at my Goodreads, I read a whole lot more than I thought I did in August.
September brought university, which really isn’t as great as I thought it would be. I had a lot of problems with my roommate from the start, which caused me to have a few problems with my depression, but ended up causing me more problems with my social anxiety than anything. I also didn’t get to do a whole lot of blogging in September, which didn’t exactly help. Despite the lack of blogging, For the Lover of Books reached 100 followers, a milestone I seriously never thought I would reach.
I officially graduated from high school in October and came home from university for the first time. I also participated in my first blog tour, though I don’t think I did a very good job. I also got to see Fall Out Boy in concert. It was nice to finally see them live.
In November both my roommate and one of my suitemates left. My roommate had barely treated me like a human, but it still hit me really hard. I felt extremely guilty, even though she didn’t have the decency to tell me she was leaving until an hour before she switched rooms. My anxiety was the worst it has even been after that. What had she told the rest of the floor about me? For the first time, my anxiety was causing my depression, and not the other way round. I couldn’t blog because of school, I could barely read, I couldn’t really go home because I had so much school work, and I had nobody. I really don’t have anything positive to say about November.
December was strange. I couldn’t listen to Christmas music (something I wait all year to do) because it just wasn’t the same with no one to share it with. I was stressed and lonely for most of it. Then I got to come home. I could finally read and blog again. I was the happiest and healthiest I had been all year. Christmas came, and it was just nice to spend time with family. I figured I’d tack this on to this post to make it easier, but my favourite book for the month of December was City of Brass by S. A. Chakraborty. I haven’t written my review yet, so you’ll know my thoughts when I get a chance to write it.
That’s my 2017 in a nutshell. I think despite the plentiful mental health issues, 2017 was not a bad year. It just wasn’t the best. Here’s to a great 2018.
Also, you can see my year in books here. (I hope the link works)
Edit: I don’t normally edit my posts after they’ve been posted unless I find a glaring spelling error, but I completely forgot to mention that I also read my first ARC in 2017. I remember getting the email from Netgalley and nearly bursting into tears.