There’s always some kind of reading challenge online. Read some ghost stories–thank God Ellen gave me M. R. James–or a bunch of Y.A. books or some reissued British women’s novels. I don’t know how people find the time to do all this. Enthusiastic bloggers, and I tend to think they must be very young, love to read along. But it’s a bit like being a Democrat and attending a political rally you support but intend to cut out of as soon as possible. Sure, Obama has my vote and I admire his summer reading list–Franzen’s Freedom, Paul Harding’s Tinkers, and Brad Leithauser’s A Few Corrections–but I’m not going to read along with him. And much as I love to read blogs, I have so many books on my own list.
This week it’s not a reading challenge, though. It’s Blogger Appreciation Week. The challenge seems to be to mention as many blogs as possible in a post and provide links. No, it’s not a blogroll. It’s something different. Yes, there is a self-referential-blogger-celebration in progress. Here’s how it works. Bloggers mention their favorite blogs. Then other bloggers comment on how great these blogs are. Then everybody comes back and congratulates one other.
What the f—?
I’ve only seen a couple of posts on this, but the commentators are familiar. I’m sure some of these comments are by non-bloggers, but I can’t for the life of me find any.
Here’s what I’ve noticed: nobody is mentioning Dovegreyreader. And, though I’ve had my ups and downs with her, I really enjoy her blog and would have to say it’s at the top of my list.
So why isn’t anybody mentioning it?
At my house the whole Dovegreyreader thing is akin to a novel. I tell my husband about her and have made him look at a few videos on her blog. She reads, she sings, she has a Barn Owl, she’s at the Village Fair, she’s winning prizes or giving them out, she knits, she’s at the book fairs, she’s a wife, she’s a mother, she’s in a book group, and she’s going to speak at PEN.
Let’s face it! It’s fiction. And she is one of my favorite characters. And I’m NOT mocking her. This is one of my favorite blogs, she’s fun to read, and she never complains about anything.
I’ve occasionally made my husband read Dovegreyreader. He doesn’t care for her blog, or my blog, or anybody’s blog. He thinks this blogging thing is a waste of time. He does, however, know that blogging makes me feel better. And presumably it makes others feel better, too.
If you’ve had a bad, really depressing day, and are upset by the city’s coverup of the destruction of the trails by this summer’s rains, sometimes an antidepressant isn’t enough.
You need total escape.