This is the first time I have been reading actual books.
Actual books meaning things other than Meg Cabot and the like, or books whose covers usually feature some chic-y picture of a piece of candy or a high heel or something.
(I have not actually read this book. It is just a good example of the typical cover I got from the barnes and noble site)
So, now that I am reading something other than what people on the online book club I belong to would call "chick lit," blogging could be a cool way to document it. I have been keeping a list of what I have read and want to read, but nothing else. I haven't put down how much I like it (or don't) or if I would read it again or want to own it.
So, I am doing it here.
Yes, I have let myself read a few stupid books this year, but many of the books have been something I am not embarrassed to tell people about. Roughly six of the 32 books I have read so far this year have been below my new standards.