Sarcasm is streaming through the loungeroom as I speak. Let me quote: 'What, you felt you needed more internet interaction'; 'Um, are there hours of unused time in your life you need to fill'. They follow my announcement that I joined a book club a couple of days ago. An online one. It is hosted by Taylor at Pink Heels Pink Truck (go on over and join if you fancy—it's under 'projects'). This was my reasoning: I was going to be reading anyway, and, it's done through twitter so I thought I may finally come to understand how twitter works. (I send off twits all the time but I have no idea of how it all works). (I know they aren't called twits). (I just find that funny). Book clubs are a way for me to release the literary analysis beast in a safe environment, and a place where I am forced to read something I may not ordinarily pick up. I better start reading one of these days.
Who wore it better?
Doing the link-in love-in today with: