This past week I had a moment that was rather foreign to me: I was overwhelmed with, even tired of, books.
Like I said, it was just a moment, a fleeting panic of the sheer number of books out there. Shelves closing in, bookcases toppling, and me in the middle of a room.
I think it all has to do with the enormous number of posts this week generated because of My Friend Amy's Book Blogger Appreciation Week. This was an amazing week-long event, and I have yet to visit most of the hundreds of book bloggers who participated in this extravaganza.
The sheer number of book bloggers—people like me, who breathe books—amazes me. And I am delighted with and curiously touched by our drive to share books. On the other side of things, I regularly come across people in daily life, whether in person or on blogs, who really never read. Who say, "I can't remember the last time I read a book."
Anyway, I did quickly recover from my momentary book exhaustion. This week I finished The Cellist of Sarajevo, which I've not yet reviewed, and gods in Alabama, which I needed after reading the Cellist. I finally reviewed Songs in Ordinary Time, which will definitely not make my Top 10 list this year. I've just started Chimamanda Adichie's Half of a Yellow Sun, which promises to be excellent.
I had fun this week with Weekly Geek's Quote Week. I didn't quite get seven quotes in, but contemplating book quotes again adds to the feeling of the vast world of book lovers.
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