redshift

Things have been quiet around here, and I’m sorry for that. I’m reading a great deal (44 books this year, LibraryThing informs me, and I’m fairly obsessive about noting down everything I read there so it’s probably correct) — fiction and non-fiction, stories for children and for adults, books about social history and about individual lives, books on queer theory, comic books, picture books, poetry books, murder mysteries, science fiction…

Why haven’t I been posting about them? Maybe because April is a strange month, and by the time I’d got past that I was so far behind that thinking about catching up came with a vague sense of guilt. I know that’s silly. I’m good at silly.

I’m back because I read a book I just have to post about. More on that in another entry! And hopefully somewhat more regular updates to come in future. (I suspect Crystal, who was good enough to host this blog, will pull sad faces at me if I don’t get back on top of this one soon anyway. And then I’ll feel as though I’ve kicked a puppy.)