The Savvy Gal’s Guide to Online Networking (Or What Would Jane Austen Do?)*, Diane Danielson (3)
ly Child: Writers on the Singular Joys and Solitary Sorrows of Growing Up Solo,* Deborah Siegel and Daphne Uviller (ed.) (5)
Life After Death: A Novel, Carol Muske-Dukes (never read; donated to the library) (6)
Odds, Patty Friedmann (7)
American Cookery: A Novel, Laura Kalpakian (7)
Rockabye: From Wild to Child, Rebecca Woolf (8)
I don’t think I had trouble cataloging any of them via my usual ISBN-lookup method.
As for last week’s question, the 7 most popular books in my library are all by the same author and feature the same title character, so you might guess from that information that they’re the Harry Potter books. The top ten is rounded out by three classics: Pride and Prejudice, To Kill a Mockingbird, and The Great Gatsby.
I really haven’t played much with the statistics aspects of LT before this. One reason I enjoy participating in Tuesday Thingers – even if I don’t post my response until Friday – is that it’s a great way for me to learn more about the ins and outs of LibraryThing!
Don’t forget to leave a link to your actual response (so people don’t have to go searching for it) in the comments—or if you prefer, leave your answers in the comments themselves!
In my experience, “readers” are people who love to read, feel a need to read, and don’t quite know what to do with themselves when they don’t have at least one book in progress. Yes, I do think it’s being drawn to books – because they want what books offer, as a source of enjoyment – that makes a person label her- or himself as “a reader,” and I suspect that this isn’t an unusual perception. Some people read primarily newspapers or magazines, but will admit to rarely reading books unless they are related to work or school – I don’t think they’d describe themselves as “readers,” and I probably wouldn’t either. (Readers, on the other hand, may be found reading newspapers or magazines in addition to, or as a break from, their books.)
Anyone who is engaged in the act of reading anything, at any given time – newspaper, magazine, book, instruction manual, map, blog – can be called a “reader” at that specific moment. However, outside of that moment, they may or may not seek out opportunities to immerse themselves in reading. To me, that type of immersion is most likely to be offered by books, and the people that do seek it out are the ones that I’d define as “readers” – like me!
What do you think defines a reader?
Questions courtesy of Jennifer this week; thanks, Jennifer!
1. Birthdays are your own personal holiday, and if at all possible, should NOT be spent at work!
2. Spring is my favorite season because
that’s when my birthday is the days get longer and the weather is nicer, and the plants turn green and flowery.
3. I feel my best when I’m wearing clothes that fit me well and my hair is being cooperative (yes, I feel good when I think I look good – is that shallow?)
4. In general, Italian is my favorite food (I can’t pick just one favorite dish, sorry)!
5. First impressions are not always accurate, and I try not to emphasize them too much.
6. The best piece of advice I ever received was “Always take a book with you, so you have something to do.”
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to relaxing, tomorrow my plans include seeing Get Smart at the movies with friends and Sunday, I want to get me chores done, but still have some fun!
Pick up the nearest book, and open it to page 123.
- Find the fifth sentence, and post the next three sentences.
I started Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris while I was on vacation; kind of an odd time for a workplace novel, I suppose, but much better than actually being at work. And I think that this may be the first time since I started doing this routine that I’ve actually read past page 123 before answering the meme:
Roland told him that he stopped by there every time he worked a night shift, so every Thursday night.“And have you ever found anything?”“Nothing,” said Roland, “except that lucky rabbit’s foot.”
They may never let me come back to Tennessee now. Then again, my birth certificate was issued in Yonkers, New York, so my Southern claims have always been a bit questionable…
|You Are 70% Yankee, 30% Dixie|
You’re so Yankee, it’s possible you’ve never even been to the South!