Why?

I drink books. Sometimes quick and casual like a glass of water. Sometimes delirious like a too many strong drinks on a long night out (mainly novels). Sometimes to safe my life. Sometimes I just take a nip and put down and then take another nip, like a good glass of wine, going “Aaah” because I have no words for the pleasure of their words (mainly poetry). I always read cookbooks when having lunch or dinner on my own (after cooking, what irony). There are poetry and self-help books in my restroom.

And after putting one book down and starting the next, I have already forgotten the story, what lingers is the feeling that I got from reading it. I tend to remember the color of the cover longer than I remember its title. So this blog is for myself just as much as for you, because I’d love to keep track of my drinking, sorry, reading – and I’d love to invite you and share what I’ve found.