Hello, my name is Talitha. I’m currently 17 years old living in California. I live with my parents, aunt, and three dogs (Lightning, female 10, Bolt, male 9, and Pirate, male 6) I am very opinionated like many of the teenagers of this generation. I’ve always felt as if I had words inside me, words that I needed to share and express. Stories from my imagination and stories of my life.
I originally attempted to create a Youtube channel which can still be found @ talibear but I never found the same satisfaction with my content as I did when compared to what I could write.
I spend my days attending virtual school, walking my dogs, reading books, writing a few “secret” projects I hope I can one day let see the light of day. Reviewing the books I read, the tv shows I watch, and the movies I feast upon.
While I am not an expert in anything, I find that the most genuine accurate reviews are from those who do not claim to be experts in the field. The commoners will provide realistic reviews that will more accurately fit your situation as well.
So this is what this, a place where I can share my opinions, my experiences, perhaps my writing.
Before I let you go… let me share a few of my passions so you can better know me and my background. I grew up on horror films and rock music, my dad the reason for that. For a long while I dreamed of becoming a special effects makeup artist, but my passion wasn’t in that industry.
Then for a few years, I wanted to become an actress (wow so original) and be on Broadway, I participated in three productions (highschool/community) then called it quits. It just wasn’t in my cards.
So I looked back, tried to find my constants. Ever since I was just a toddler I loved storytelling, I loved books and reading. From the ages 9 to 13 I wrote different stories every day (even if none of them were concluded) I wrote, and I wrote, and I gobbled up the characters in my mind and typed away til my heart’s content. And believe me, I READ. Story after story, barnes and noble trip after barnes and noble trip, library visits, and stacks of books piling up within my covers as I devoured worlds whole.
Then I stopped writing. I rarely read. I got into a depression, and my anxiety sky rocketed. For a few years, I was lost. I couldn’t reach towards the passions I had, couldn’t try and climb my way out of my dark little cocoon of teenage angst and mental health illnesses.
Finally, as I started therapy, as I moved out of a toxic location, like a candle in the midst of my soul a spark lit and I crawled out of my tunnel by my teeth and found my light again. I started to read again, started to write. Slowly but surely my home library grew like an infection, spreading shelves across the walls and I WAS FREE.
I still have days of struggle, still have nights of tear-soaked pillows and waking to panic attacks. But I am happy. I am passion, flurries of flame and sunlight, of happiness and breaking out of ruts, of to do lists and motivation.
This is me sharing my obsessions, my passions, my loves, my positive and negative thoughts, my mess of reviews and writing dribbles. Of announcements and life updates, and how I am and who I am.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for joining me.
Reading is a conversation. All books talk. But a good book listens as well. -Mark Haddon