Ringing Out a (Non)Era

After emotional eleventh hour meeting, One Woman Book Club has decided to disband.

Yes, we realize we have not reviewed a single book.

Here's the thing: SO MANY bloggers are already doing this. Some are really quite good at it. Honestly, mere idea of OWBC is causing me competitive anxiety.

Purposefulness, need to say something relevant - and about someone else's work. To the world. (Or, at least, to tiny speck of the world that may stop by here.) It all smacks of organization.

Organization is nine-tenths of my life.

I actually like reading - a lot. Widely, randomly, leisurely. Murking up those waters with more organization?

Umm...no.

Not that I don't want to talk about it. Of course I want to talk about it.

I know this game. Like many bookish folk, I do keep lists of my reading - '07 was a quality year: Bill Styron, Tim O'Brien, Arundhati Roy, Toni Morrison. My new best friend KV. Also the travel writing/memoir/American History that I apparently love. A record-breaking year at 25 completed.

That's right, 25. Not 100. Because I have a JOB.

Literary '08 is already taking shape:

First, have committed, at fourth grader's request, to read 7 book JKR series (yes, that series)...as she is about to begin book #2, I am on the hook to begin #1 shortly.

Then, same fourth grader - showing eerily familiar bookish tendencies - wishes to read together as many Great Stone Face Book Award nominees as possible before voting time. So far have completed one.

Biography of Cary Grant is whispering to me from bookshelf. Right there next to Papa Hemingway's. On my way, gentleman...

From here I will meander. Meandering goes hand in hand with reading. I highly recommend it.

So that's that. See you on the other side.