Oh, what a joy it is to be busy! But also what a sadness it is that it affords me too little time to read and write as much as I would like. It also has allowed me to reflect back on my writing. I am a work in progress, of course. The last few book reviews I’ve done have definitely sounded like essay-ish book reports desperately trying to talk about the books without giving anything away. Maybe I should read this book next?
After reading the last couple of books, I think have to be honest with myself and read books that I like and can talk about how they affected me the way I used to write. I don’t want to be boring. I would like to think that I am very thoughtful in the process of choosing the books I read. I try to choose books that I have a connection to. So, I will make more of an effort to not sound like an analytic English major, and more like your book club friend. I will be honest and sometimes be funny. (Not guaranteed. My sense of humor is a little different.)
I’m going to have fun with it again. I love reading and I love talking about books. That’s what I’m going to do. OK, then. See you next time when I talk about how I really felt about The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown.