Today begins Book Blogger Appreciation Week and as usual, I’m behind on getting my first post– or any post– up for that matter. However, I’m here and as we begin, we’ve been “encouraged to highlight a couple of bloggers that have made book blogging a unique experience for” us. I admit when I first saw this, I was going to “cop out” a bit and just mention two blogging meme groups that have made book blogging a unique experience for me: Weekly Geeks, which recently was retired, and The Sunday Salon. However, looking back to last year’s BBAW, I already mentioned Weekly Geeks with a tribute to Dewey.
So I’m left with The Sunday Salon, which was started by Deb Hamel and now continues as a group on Facebook. Throughout the time I’ve been with the group, which I really don’t know how long I’ve been with the group but it seems like forever…in a good way, I’ve encountered many book bloggers, but three in particular have been a constant (in alphabetical order):
- Carrie of Books and Movies
- Florinda of The 3 R’s Blog: Reading, ‘Riting and Randomness
- Trish formerly of Trish’s Reading Nook and now Love, Laughter, and a Touch of Insanity.
All three comment often on my blog and I on theirs, and even though we live in various parts of the country, from Pennsylvania to Washington to California to Texas, I feel sometimes — and hope this doesn’t come across as creepy — we’re in the same room having a conversation over cups of coffee or mugs of microbrew or glasses of wine — each with our spouses with us, I with Kim, Carrie with Kevin, Florinda with (Tall) Paul, Trish with Scott, of course…um, yeah, trying to distance the creepiness but still referring to it (Kim, Kevin, Paul and Scott are all now poised to kick my ass, I’m sure). Anyway, the point is I enjoy our conversations we have from a distance, and maybe someday we’ll all get to meet, but until then I’m glad to have made — and hopefully continue to make, after this post– their acquaintances through this thing called the Interwebs.
Hey, it was either this video or one by Mariah Carey. I don’t know about you, but her cleavage scared (scarred?) me.