Thinking we need to update our header to reflect our shift from strictly reader reviews to reviews + personal commentary. Of course while we're at it, we could update our blog list too. That has to be out-of-date, LOL.
Or maybe not. Sometime over the last year, my own blog list--in my reader--grew big. It grew bigger and faster than my kid's feet. Mostly the result of all those blog awards out there, wherein the award recipient passes it on to his/her favorite blogs. I harvested plenty of new blogs to follow from those lists.
But with over a thousand unread posts in my reader--at any given time, I had pull out my snippers. I was ruthless and it is entirely possible that my newly trimmed blog list matches my old list in the right sidebar here. Returning to my roots so to speak.
What did I cut? Well, not to stir anybody's soup, I'll admit to cutting out all that industry stuff. I read blogs for fun. And for book recs. The industry posts weren't yielding new-to-me authors or titles, so...SNIP. As I'm still ebook reader-less, at least til Christmas (of this year I think), I had to SNIP all those technology-heavy blogs too. Useful, but just not to me. I also had to SNIP a ton of author blogs. Insightul stuff about the writing process and publishing game but, as I'm not a writer, it's just not applicable. Not a TV-watcher either, so yup, those more-TV-than-books blogs had to go too.
What else? Oh, some genre-driven stuff. Neither M/M nor Y/A make my own preferred genre list, so I unsubscribed from blogs that primarily feature either one. I do have a handful of titles, in both, on my TBR list, but am not yet in need of new release updates, etc. Ditto for much of the urban fantasy stuff. I've read and LOVED a couple of these authors but, the less reading time I have the more apt I am to reach for my tried-and-true--historicals, RS and crack-like paranormals.
Quick question, what is speculative fiction?
Oh, and since I had a wee small crush on my son's college-age sports camp counselor this summer...do you think Y/A may appeal to me more than I was thinking?
But then again, my reluctance to paint my toenails metallic blue reminds me again that, really, I'm too old for this stuff. Isn't blue a toenail color for the young? I think so. I'm convinced I'd feel ridiculous walking around with pretty blue toenails. At my age.
Where was I? Oh, and speaking of my tried-and-true, I'm reading an ARC right now. Gennita Low's Virtually Hers. It's no secret I'm a fan. It's no secret that I'd shamelessly plug her titles anywhere. And you may as well brace yourself, cuz I'll be doing exactly that as her Virtually Hers release date approaches--October 6, 2009 from Samhain Publishing. Feel free to pass it on and on and on.
Anyway, so I'm reading Virtually Hers. And losing myself in Jed and Elena. Totally captivated, caught between wanting to know right-this-instant what happens next and wanting the book to last and last and last. I'm even finding myself with that deer-in-the-headlights sensation--stunned into stillness everytime gray-eyed Jed takes the page. I'm grateful for that, cuz it's been awhile. Which leads me to...
Last month, I read Meredith Duran's Bound By Your Touch. Wow. Wow. Wow. Couldn't put it down. Immediately picked up Written On Your Skin. Couldn't wait to pick it up. But then my (good) life interupted and it took me nearly two weeks to read it. I know this particular hero was right up my alley. I know he was. But yet, I didn't get pulled under. I didn't get stunned, frozen to the page like Jed commands. So was it just not as strong as BBYT or VHers? Honestly? I am convinced that it is because I read WOYS bit by little bit, as time permitted. I'm certain it felt disjointed only because my reading time was disjointed--lots and lots of stops and starts. An absolute shame.
Seriously, I have GOT to find a different slot of time for reading. Right now, I'm getting some time in around 5 AM. So far so good--if you don't count the cat. She seems to think this is an ideal slot for just-us-girls time. Unless of course she can find other fun. Like today, rousting and chasing a mouse about the basement. Where I work out each morning. You know, like on the floor, doing sit-ups and such. Trust me. There's no amount of header tweaking that will allow for this kind of post here.
Just. Trust me.