A week or so before my twentieth birthday (last September), I settled down to read One Hundred Years of Solitude and Lolita. I stayed up all night with Marquez, and felt like less of a person because I couldn’t finish Nabokov. This year, I swear. But anyhoo, it was with reading these two books that I decided, hey, why not a book blog? Not a review blog, or—god forbid—a place where I can call myself a literary critic, but a place where I would keep track of my books, why I liked them or not, whether I enjoyed reading them—basically just sharing the reader-reading experience to anyone who’d want to tune in.
And a lot of you do. A modest number, this a lot, but it thrills me nonetheless. I’ve met strangers as passionate about reading (and now we’re fwends, haha), I’ve discovered so many good books, corresponded with authors whose work I admire. Thanks, all of you—new bloggers for making this new trek into the intarwebz fun (I’m talking to you, Ash!), and established bloggers who are always friendly, helpful, and supportive. (In fact, it was the blogs of Claire, Teresa, J.S. Peyton, and—for some home court flavor—Blooey that finally convinced me to post my first entry.)
And there are people I know in real life who tell me they like what I’m doing, and that never fails to make my day brighter. Kael, for one, a kick-ass poet, a friend who’s given me free reign over his massive book collection (who has complained why I never seem to give good “grades” on the books of his that I feature here). Carina, who is pure awesomesauce (this entry made me go OMG SWEET), and has been here since almost the very start—my favorite moment was when she checked whether the use toothbrushes in one romance novel was historically accurate. And Nash, who floored me with her comment, and her blog entry.
All you guys are fantastic for encouraging my dorktastic ways. Yes, I’m being a tad sentimental, haha. Yes, I want to hug you all. I always thought this would be a solitary thing, sharing my reading, as my reading is. Thanks, guys, for the company.
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Some notes, y’all:
- My first read of the year—of the decade!—was The Fiction Class by Susan Breen. I love this book, enjoyed it very much. As I wrote in my post on the book, I’m thankful to the forces that be and Miss Breen for heralding the year. Your book made me feel good. And, Universe, thanks for pushing that book in my hands.
- Last year was a good reading year—I’ve posted my Best Reads of 2009 a couple of days ago, and I’m glad to see there’s a sizeable number of books that I not only loved, but I know I’ll love forever. At this point, this reading blog has just enhanced the reading experience for me. Don’t let me explain that, because we’ll never stop.
- I’ve joined three reading challenges—Awesome Authors Challenge 2010, GLBT Challenge 2010, and 2010 Bibliophilic Books Challenge. I joined them because they’d include books that have been forever in my TBR Land Mass, books I tend to read, books I’ve always wanted to read. Is it cheating that I chose to join challenges tailor-made to my reading habits, only stretching stuff a little (like, say, discovery of new authors I have a feeling I’ll like anyway)? No? Good.
- I need to cull my bookshelves. I really need to. I’ve decided to keep only books I like, books I really really want to keep, books I’ll take with me when another freak flood comes barging in. I’ve actually been giving away books to people I know. That said, if anyone wants to strike a deal, maybe we could swap some? Just a thought.
- I’m reading The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao right now. I am loving it so far, but either I finish it real soon, or put it back in the shelf–school’s back this Tuesday for me, and that’s never a nice thing. Buwahahaha. Yech.
Yay. Happy New Year, everyone. Happy New Decade. Stay with me, y’hear? Haha, hugs!