I have been on Twitter for a few months and am stunned – STUNNED – by the number of book bloggers out there. I wish I didn’t need a real (i.e. paying) job because I could easily spend hours upon hours on the computer reading other people’s comments about reading – in amongst my own reading of course.
So I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon and start blogging myself. I love to read, I’d like to write more, and I love connecting with others who share these interests.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this yet but if anyone out there reading this has any suggestions please pass them along!
I just returned from a visit to my favorite bookstore, Read Between the Lynes in Woodstock, Illinois. It is a delightful place and such a pleasant change from the chain bookstores that have no personality. I purchased five books – adding to my ever growing and never ending pile of books to read: The Zookeeper’s Wife by Diane Ackerman (for an upcoming book group discussion at the store), Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (both for a Classics Reading group at my local library), The Widow Clicquot by Tilar J. Mazzeo, and Going Bovine by Libba Bray. I don’t know when I’ll be able to get to them all considering all of the other books on my to-read shelves (yes, plural; one shelf cannot accommodate them all), but I guess I’m comforted by being surrounded by books.
What I’m currently reading:
City of Thieves by David Benioff
Anne Frank: The Book, the Life, the Afterlife by Francine Prose
Remembrance of Things Past, Volume VI: Time Regained by Marcel Proust