So, this A – Z Challenge. I’m doing it. Why? Who can say. Every now and then I need to commit myself to something involved and dedicated to remind myself that I’m not living in a coma dream where everything around me is a figment of my imagination. I’m sure my imagination isn’t strong enough to invent a 1,400 strong community devoted to blogging every day in April on a topic of their choice. Even my imagination has limits. So this is it. My contribution to this endeavor to celebrate and share in the hidden treasures of the blogging world, to discover new minds, words, and interests. To maybe get bored halfway through and give it up. The possibilities are endless.
After considering what I would blog about for all the time it took to go downstairs for a cup of coffee, I’ve decided to write about that which takes up most of the space here: books. Yup, books. My modest little library has grown a lot since I first toured it here a year ago. There were once only two shelves. Now there are six. Many books were bought and many more were retrieved from storage abroad. It’s not a complete collection–it may never be complete–but I will never get tired of sharing it. Or staring at it.
But wait! You all cry in outrage at your monitors, heedless of the fact that I cannot hear you–We already read one book tour, don’t bore us with another.
Quite right. That’s why this time I’m going to focus on the authors of the books, rather than the books themselves. Will there be interviews? No. Will there be bios? Probably not. Will there be guest blogs?! Don’t bet on it. What there will be are broad commentaries on the writing styles of authors who I’ve read over multiple books, best reads, excuses as to why I haven’t read certain literary staples, and baby pandas*. The books on my 2014 reading list will be featured with a little extra information, and I’ll be asking for opinions, suggestions, and recommendations from fellow book lovers who can’t keep quiet about the books they love. So, yeah, I’m pretty much just going to be talking about the books.
I’m going to limit this to fiction for brevity, and so that I don’t have to constantly rearrange my books to fit them all into a single photo. Additionally, some of the more nomadic books are floating around the house. Many of them end up under pillows, between couch cushions, on sunny window sills, or other places of reading comfort. Some of them are just photo shy. I apologize if I can’t get to them all.
I hope you’ll join me in a little giggling book geekery.
N J Magas
* n.b. There won’t be any baby pandas.