13 January 2011
When I first started doing my own book "reviews" on My Porch the intention was simply to put something down in writing so I would remember what I read. I got tired of coming across titles on my list of books read that left me scratching my head trying to remember what in the world they were about. So over the last couple of years I have reviewed pretty much every book that I have finished. I have no set formula for the reviews and many don't even include plot summaries. Some are insightful, but most are fairly superficial descriptions of my experience with a particular book. Hopefully enough to jog my memory years down the road when I am trying to remember a particular book, but beyond that I don't really have any aspirations for these musings.
You would think with such a loose review format that I wouldn't care too much about what I reviewed and what I didn't review. But my obsessive tendencies make it difficult for me to not review every book I finish. However, sometimes I just can't pull my brain together enough to come close to anything that would pass for a review.
And so it is this week. I have two books to review that I really enjoyed: Lafcadio's Adventures by Andre Gide and Isabel's Bed by Elinor Lipman, but I just don't feel like writing about them.