And the reason for this blog is...

Amnesia. Yeah, you heard me right. In a specific form, though...it's probably called "biblioamnesia." How did I contract this rare illness? Um, that would be AGING. How do I know I have biblioamnesia? Put it this way. Adam and I were in Half Price Books today and I was perusing one of my favorite sections: British history and royalty. I picked up a biography on Queen Elizabeth I (my favorite character in history, mind you) and even though I read the author's name, the blurb on the back, both sides of the dust jacket, and the table of contents, I couldn't remember if I'd read it before. Even worse, I couldn't remember if I owned it. Now that's bad.

So right there and then, it became clear to me that if I don't write this stuff down, I will completely lose my literary memories. One day, they'll find me in a bookstore, wandering among the racks of books, moaning something about an English governess and a brooding gentleman with a dark secret...(God forbid I should forget my Jane Eyre!!!).