Back in April, I wrote a post called “Why I am not a book blogger.” Today’s post, as you can see by the title, is a reversal of that.
In that original post, I identified five reasons why I didn’t consider myself a book blogger. First, that I didn’t participate in blog tours sponsored by authors or publishers. Second, that I didn’t focus on new books and mostly on classics. Third, that I didn’t participate in memes as a large majority of book bloggers (not all) do. Fourth, that I didn’t engage in politics/discussions about differences between book bloggers, author bloggers and professional reviewers. Fifth and finally, that my life is about more than books.
I still don’t participate in blog tours sponsored by authors or publishers. While the vast majority of the books I’ve read this past year haven’t been published in 2010, several have been published within the last few years and I really don’t read classics, although it’s something to which I aspire. I do participate in memes, as evidenced here, but still try to limit the number in which I do participate. I don’t engage in those discussions as mentioned above, but I do take satirical swipes at them on Twitter from time to time because part of me (Unfinished Rambler) likes being a smart ass.
And yes, while my life is about more than books, it still is about books. I work at a library, for God’s sake…and for my own sanity, I might add, although often the people who visit it are insane as evidenced by my alter ego’s Patron of the Week posts.
While I could make a list of five again, I’m going to just cut to the chase here: The No. 1 reason why I am “sort of” a book blogger is other book bloggers. In May, less than a month after I wrote that initial post, I joined Rebecca Reid of Rebecca Reads for Milton in May, which included a readalong of Paradise Lost. I failed miserably, but I did join. Also in May, I joined Florinda of The 3 R’s Blog: Reading, ‘Riting, and Randomness, one of five founders of the event, for Armchair BEA for those book bloggers unable to attend Book Expo America IRL. In June, I participated at least once in Library Loot, co-hosted by Eva at A Striped Armchair and Marg at Reading Adventures.
In the latter part of the year, I participated in August a Faith’n’Fiction Saturday Roundtable sponsored by Amy of My Friend Amy, where she, I and other bloggers discussed Godric by Frederick Buechner. I wrote a couple of posts in September for Book Blogger Appreciation Week, an event also started by Amy in 2008. I was invited to read a book by J.C. Montgomery of The Biblio Blogazine for a GoodReads discussion group and read-along, and in October, I posted a review of that book: Purple Jesus by Ron Cooper. I was grateful for reading during the Thankfully Reading Weekend over the Thanksgiving weekend with Jenn from Jenn’s Bookshelves and Candace from Beth Fish Reads. At the end of November and into December, I participated in The Bloggerhood of the Traveling Book where I and four other bloggers gave our reviews of The Girl Who Played With Fire by Stieg Larsson (this link is to the post of 00dozo of When I Reach, who also received a comment from Reg Keeland, the translator of the book). To round out the year, I swapped gifts in the Book Blogger Holiday Swap, which was started by Ana of Things Mean A Lot. There, I was introduced to Lydia of The Lost Entwife and Emily of Emily’s Reading Room.
Last and but not least, throughout the year, I’ve continued to participate in both the Agatha Christie Reading Challenge, started by Kerrie of Mysteries in Paradise, and, you’re reading it now, The Sunday Salon (click badge above for more about it), started by Deb Hamel of The DeBlog.com. Kerrie also graciously includes me on her blog, Crime Fiction Journeys, along with 27 other crime fiction bloggers.
When I began this post, I actually was going to title it “Why I am a ‘sort of’ book blogger”. But as I continued to write it, and counted all the activities in which I’ve participated with book bloggers, I am, for better or worse (I like to think better), a book blogger. That’s not all I am, of course, but it is a large part of who I am and I embrace it just as I embrace that I still am an unfinished person.