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Sunday, 18 May 2008

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Growing piles... you named the disease so aptly, Mr Bagshaw!

I don't rely much on professionnal rewievers as they hardly get me in the mood for reading a book (or seeing a film). I know my own tastes and priorities and I prefer to choose by myself and take risks sometimes. I can rely on friends' recommendations though.

I am doing well cutting back on the book acquisitions. In March I bought over 100 books and won 10. In April I bought maybe 30 books and won 2 or 3. In May I have bought 10 books or so. Should we compare those to how many I read?? No. I think not. I am not that brave.

I'm a book blogger and write my little reviews but in no way am I a book critic that does in depth intellectual analysis. I review and recommend what I like, my opinion only and that is all it is. It would be so awful to witness the demise of the professional reviewer, but it appears that is the trend.

I'm with you in your position over the question of recommendations. I really enjoy getting to know what other bloggers have read and liked but that doesn't mean I want to throw the baby out with the bath water. After all academics are readers too and have just as much right to an opinion as the rest of us. And in the end, it is up to each of us to read a book and make up our own mind about it not being influenced by that of any one else.

All of these seem great reads. I must check those out!

Happy Sunday!

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  • Nothing is of greater consolation to the author of a novel than the disovery of readings he had not conceived but which are then prompted by his readers. (Umberto Eco, Reflections on The Name of the Rose)
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  • Too often, when a man of Monty Godkin's mental powers is plunged in thought, nothing happens at all. The machinery just whirs for a while, and that is the end of it. (P G Wodehouse, Heavy Weather)
  • ...the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Laurence took his grid (Kipling, The Five nations)

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