This is not an average book review. This is the story of a reading journey and the influence of participatory media on the solitary culture of reading. I began this journey before I knew the book existed. I participated in a #litchat discussion on Twitter, where we talked about audience and motivation. I asked questions about how to make the
I've been doing much more reading than writing lately. I just finished Linda Olsson's Sonata for Miriam. It was such a pleasure to read. I held it for a while when I was done, not wanting to let go. Rather than craving more words, more story, I wanted the feeling to continue. The characters were so raw and their flaws so unique. I was
There were names, a story within a story. I sounded out printed letter pairs searching for friends, curious about strangers. I had favorites, books where my name was printed several times, letters shrinking line by line. There was a time when they would stamp each book. Ka-chunk. Ka-chunk. Ka-chunk. Ten times. There was a limit for children.
I am the kind of person who twists tiny things into much bigger, frequently distorted, occasionally inspiring things. The easiest way to make me happy is to bundle me into the car and drive me to the beach. If you want to keep the vibe going for a while, put a camera in my hand. Little pleasures. One of my favorite treats is the patron hold
