Invisible is a colour, right? Either way, I'm counting it as one because: (a) there's stuff I want to say about this book, and (b) it didn't really fit into any of the other categories either. If that rankles your linguistic or scientific sensibilities then I guess that's a shame, but I'm sure you'll get over it. Besides, it's my blog and it follows my rules. So, yeah. Disclaimer over, let's talk about The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells.

I first came across Felicia Day while watching the web series Doctor Horrible's Singalong Blog, which is a musical starring Neil Patrick Harris as an aspiring supervillian and Nathan Fillion as his jerkass superhero nemesis. (I definitely recommend checking it out if you haven't seen it.) But I didn't put a name to her face until a few years later, when I saw her in some videos on the YouTube show TableTop - in which Wil Wheaton plays board games with a few of his friends. I thought she was really funny and always seemed to be having a good time playing games for a living, but it was a throwaway comment she made on during one of the TableTop episodes that especially drew me to her. It turned out that, like me, Felicia Day was a music major. I've often been told that music is a hobby, not a viable career option, so encountering a person who had studied music at university (and managed to make a living out of it) made me feel a lot more confident about my own choice of degree. I was encouraged that there was still a possibility that I wouldn't end up spending most of my adult life in unfulfilled, penniless misery. It sounds sort of pathetic as I write it out, but at the time I found it really affirming to know that someone that I admired had made the same degree choice that I had.

So, when I saw that Felicia Day had written a memoir, of course I bought and read it. And, in all seriousness, I loved it. The writing style was casual and personal, the topics that Felicia chose to talk about were interesting and relevant, and she managed to highlight some serious issues in a funny, lighthearted manner without trivialising the content.

I found this challenge harder than I expected I would. It turns out there are very few fiction books set in my hometown of Bearsden, which is a suburb just outside Glasgow. The most famous book - if Google is to be believed - is one about 'family and incest', which I was certainly in no hurry to read. Luckily for me, however, my mother was on hand to save the day. I'm visiting my parents in Bearsden at the moment for the summer holidays, and she suggested we check the local library to see if they had any books set in Bearsden. As well as the aforementioned 'family and incest' book, she found Margaret Thomson Davis's A Deadly Deception.

The other day, I was listening to an audiobook called How to Write Everything by David Quantick. In it, Quantick repeatedly insisted that the only way to become a writer was to write. Write anything. His audiobook was the catalyst needed to make this blog a reality.

The idea for this blog had been floating around in the back of my mind somewhere, ever since my friend, Ali, gave me a reading list of 50 book categories back in February. I like to read; I like to make lists; I like to write. Writing a blog about the experience of reading a list of books sounded perfect! I just never got around to beginning the project until now.

Hopefully, the blog will be interesting and fun for everyone. I don't intend to read the books in the order listed, but I do plan to read (and write about) them all eventually.