This one:
Bjørn Sortland, Vad är så skört att det bryts om du säger dess namn?
seems pretty cool. uistic at Livejournal speaks highly of it.
And I need to find a "gadget" that can help me collect titles under the heading "want-to-read" and save such a list. But not now. Now is late. Gnight.
I learned to read when I was three and a half. Since then, I haven't looked back. Thirty years later, words, text and stories are the greatest love of my life. I read what some may consider an alarming amount.
Also, I've been wanting to get a blog going, because my writing muscles need flexing. And being a procrastinating perfectionist, (mmm, let that phrase roll around your mouth some!) I have a lot of trouble deciding what to blog about, what to call my blog, whether to be anonymous or not, yada yada yada ad infinitum.
So I figured I'd write about books. Chronicling what I read as I go, and coming back to some old goodies I either want to recommend or scare you away from.Welcome!
