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Blogging and TALKING About Blogging (oh how meta)

I've had this thing for over a year now. Shall we hearken back to those early days? Brontes vs Sea Turtles, essays on why you should shut up about the Kindle ruining reading, and days when I just posted internet-generated memes saying what kind of book I was. Days we're all well shut of. These were accompanied by various moany emails to friends such as:
Looking at too manbook blogs makes one frustrated with everyone ever. Although I later decided I was being judgmental and horrible and who was I to decide what inspired people in their lives, and maybe they needed the help of a Jodi Picoult or a Chicken Noodle Soup for the Blah Blah Soul.
But, as is the case with most populated areas, you have to wade through a lot of shit (wait...eww) and when you find one blessed floating door like the one Kate Winslet clings to in Titanic (a movie soon to become relevant again!), you get on and cling to it while singing a jaunty but contextually poignant song, and then get picked up by the RMS Carpathia where you adopt a new identity using the last name of your dead lover. Only here, the door is a worthwhile book blog, and it leads you to the ship that is other good blogs. And the new identity...something to do with gifs?

So, if you're early on in your bloggingness, or you wish to think back on that time the way a pioneer family might on the first days of their homesteading, then here y'go. And for the former, IT GETS BETTER (I'm allowed to make a joke out of that, right? no? bad taste?). You will find little blogging buddies and you will all get on twitter together and oh, what fun you shall have. Because there seems to be a corner of the blogging globe for everyone (we get Australia, because it has kangaroos). 

So after much, much, much wading, you will find a warm, sunny place where people are who ALSO think that the latest Chelsea Handler book was the greatest and who wish to discuss it. And that will be in an area sans kangaroos.


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