colette’s the other one is not recommended by any means to those interested in polyamory, except as a cautionary tale. it is also a fine introduction to the quintessential jerk-off french male genius character. no sex in it though.
I try to read 50 new books a year, and this blog records my attempts to get a handle on them. Literary grandstanding or the product of an untidy mind? No one knows.
To the numbers: when I started this blog I was 23 years old. The life expectancy for an Australian female is 83 years. 60 reading years left x 50 books = 3000 books.
Why yes, it is very literal. Some might also say it is numerical.
Please note that as of May 25, 2011, books I received through publicity channels are denoted by an asterisk. Earlier posts will include this information in the text (usually indirectly, e.g. by reference to a published review or interview).
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