Why exactly am I doing this? Not to write 300 reviews on what I’ve read thus far, and not to set book standards. Quite simply, I’m aligning this reading experience with personal ones to see where they intersect. Here the answer to what makes me a writer, or not lies. Maybe I’m using the books as a vehicle to get there, but so what.
Ok fine, I’m a bookaholic. I don’t choose the books that suit me, they choose me. Sometimes the connection is commonality, curiosity, or an escape. So in visiting the library habitat this afternoon, I’ll romp D authors while little one hunts for googley eyed sea creatures and mermaids.