Last September, I wrote my first post, and followed that up days later with a moratorium of my experiences reading Lolita and One Hundred Years of Solitude. This was probably the latter end, or maybe just a few days after, last year’s Book Blogger Appreciation Week. This blog’s existence owes a lot to the event — I discovered a lot of crazy-awesome book blogs, found a lot of book-love, and decided to jump in. Wee. So. It’s a little full-circle-ish that I register for BBAW this year. Jump in too.
So, blabbing aside, here are my entries for consideration. I am registering for Best Literary Fiction Book Blog.
- A love letter: Young Hearts Crying by Richard Yates.
- Thoughts on The Post-Birthday World by Lionel Shriver.
- Thoughts on My Mistress’s Sparrow is Dead: Great Love Stories from Chekhov to Munro, edited by Jeffrey Eugenides.
- For something more recent: What I Loved by Siri Hustvedt.
- And, a different kind of book-love: “When We Read for Other People: Me & The Architecture of Happiness by Alain de Botton, and Then Some.”
And, well, Best-Written Book Blog and — since I’m new here in these parts — Best New Book Blog. [And yes, the whole Best thing still feels weird. I like to pretend I’m modest.] [Can’t we just have the the latter featured category cull from a combination of these posts? There’s too much Linky-Whoa.]
- Thoughts on Skylark by Dezsö Kosztolányi.
- Thoughts on The Brutal Language of Love by Alicia Erian.
- On The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery.
- “Rethinking My Reading, Thanks to Nick Hornby.” Early on, a resolution to, well, to relax, gahdammit.
- “Taking Notes: Me and Little Red Moley.” What marginalia looks like when it doesn’t make it to the page. Thus, technically, making it not marginalia. Huh.
On Twitter, I’ve expressed my iffiness about signing up for an award. It’s just weird, haha. But there have been clarifications about the self-nomination process: Kids, we’re basically registering for BBAW, and this post here’s for the judges’ consideration. Think of it as a seminar where you have to write your deets on a Guest Book, and guess what, if you look under your seat, you just might go home with something! [Okay, fail analogy, but you get the gist.]
Now. Back to regular programming.