Some have
asked me how I came up with the Reading Rutabaga. It began with the Rutabaga. As a sophomore in college, I
called my friends’ dorm room (they happen to be twin sisters). Jessi picked up
the phone.
“Hello?”
she asked.
“Hi. This
is Rutabaga,” I greeted her.
And as far
as obscure-inside-joke-nicknames-that-very-few-know-about go, the rest is
history where Rutabagas are concerned. [I do, by the way, like eating actual
rutabagas.] [I’d also like to note that I’m glad the first edible that popped
into my head that night was rutabaga and not brussel sprout or garlic. I don’t
have anything against brussel sprouts, and I love garlic, but The Reading Brussel
Sprout or The Reading Garlic just don’t seem to mesh as well. Ha!]
Once I
decided I was going to go forward with blogging, I tried some serious thinking
of a blog name. It didn’t go so awesomely at first. Either nothing came or what
crossed my mind simply did not seem to fit me right. Then I thought to myself …
Rutabaga.
And from
there: I know I love to read books, and since I planned this blog to be about
books I READ, I figured … “The Reading Rutabaga.”
And there
you have it -- the origin of The Reading Rutabaga (title -- not the person)!