Today marks two years of raving, ranting and gushing about books here At Pemberley.
To all my followers, to all those who have taken the time to comment on my blog, to all the wonderful book blogs and bloggers who inspire me, and to the amazing authors and their books without whom this blog wouldn't exist, much love and a sincere thank you. I do hope that you've enjoyed reading my blog as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Have a wonderful life and happy reading!
I've taken long breaks to deal with that nasty thing called non-online life,
Posted intermittently, snappily at times,
Indulged in fantasies enough to pick my own author dinner guest list,
Spent way too much time pretending to be a literary jury member and choosing my favourite books of the year,
Added a lifelong supply of books to my unending 'To-Read' list,
Checked for feedback and replies to my blog posts every few minutes after posting,
Recommended books that have anything and everything to do with India,
Contributed my bit to spread the overwhelmingly contagious Jane Austen love,
Delighted in reading and sharing Rabindranath Tagore's wondrous poetry.
Books are my confidantes, my favourite means of escape from boring reality and quite simply, I belong to the I-can't-imagine-life-without-books category of people for whom blogging is yet another excuse to talk about books. I tend to believe that sharing your thoughts about a book is probably second only to reading the book itself.
To quote Kathleen Norris: "Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier." Amen to that.