“Hello, my name is Kelly and I am a bookaholic.”
Well, I guess it depends on your definition of a person with a dependency on books. I’m not quite crazy cat lady (though I do have a kitty posse of two) and I’m not a librarian. In fact, I find myself with less time to read than I’d like. But it's my escape—my bliss. My chance to forget I have an article due, a kid’s science project to help with, dinner to make, laundry to be folded—all those pesky things a wife and mother are expected to do.
So yeah—I’ve been that anti-social mom in the bleachers at a hockey or soccer practice with her nose in a book. (There was a single foray into knitting, but found I couldn’t do that and talk at the same time, either.) The one who’s made herself carsick because she just has to finish a chapter even though she has no business trying to read in a moving vehicle. The one who has a “bathroom” book, a “waiting for a red light” book, a “kitchen” book ... the one whose fines most likely subsidized a wing in her town’s new library.
One of my favorite things has always been to talk about books with friends. What’s good, what’s not … why I think Jodi Picoult is the devil. But oddly, I’ve never joined a book club. Because like so many women my age, there’s just not enough time. We’re volunteering with the school band or taking our daughter to Girl Scouts or running someone to swim practice or driving to a soccer tournament. Instead, I just kept track of what I was reading, and each year, sent my list with thoughts out to my book lovin’ friends. Now? I just write about a book after I read it and share it immediately—maybe saving my friends time in deciding what to read next or what to avoid. Maybe turning them on to a new author or saving them from wanting to gouge their eyes out. Win-win!
Is this any different than the book review section of the New York Times? No, and yes. One, I keep it light and to the point—no one wants to wade through a 1,000-word review that requires occasionally having to reach for a dictionary, just to understand said review. I’m just not that erudite. Two, I try to tackle the titles that “everyone” is talking about, so that my friends know whether or not it’s worth the 15 minutes they have any given day to devote themselves to it. That said, I will wander into “unique and different” territory when the opportunity presents itself. Which leads me to three—I don’t bash new authors. If I read a book by a new author that I don’t like, I simply ignore it. I respect the craft too much to trash someone’s effort, which to them, would be akin to mocking a child. Established authors? No problem there—my little blog isn’t going to damage their book sales. So yes, I thought John Grisham’s “The Associate” was shit. I still want my money back for that one.
So that’s what I’ll bring you here—the latest and greatest in what's out there to read. Peace, love and the printed word, people. I'll leave you with a couple of examples from my previous web locale to give you an idea of how this works:
Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walter
The Casual Vacancy by J.K. Rowling
Heading Out to Wonderful by Robert Goolrick
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