I Promise that I'm not Dead

I swear, I'm not dead. I have not died tragically in some horrendous accident, nor have I decided that I cannot bear the pain of it all; I'm still alive and well, living happily and busily in Savannah, Ga.

And in relation to my lagging Book blog, neither have I discovered the superiority of reality tv and stopped reading. I'm just behind. I read an excellent Philip Roth novel that I need to write about and I'm almost done with Salman Rushdie's new book - which is different for him, but still quite good.

I've just not been in a blogging frame of mind lately. Maybe this was a fad and I'll quit it soon...or I already have but I haven't admitted it yet. I fully intend to keep up my book blog - I like the idea of having a list of what I have read and what I thought about it...because I know in a few years I'll pick up one of these books and say, "What was this about again?"

I like the idea of blogging, and I like writing the blogs, but somehow it still feels a bit like a chore. For a week or two, I just didn't have enough time, but the past two weeks or so, I've had plenty. I suppose that blogging is a habit and I have started to get out of the habit. Maybe there will be more here - I think that the blog won't just dry up - but there's a chance that there won't be. So to all my devoted readers - which are mostly spamming robots I believe - until next time.