I’ve been wasting time over my Shelfari page. I opened it quite some time ago,posted a few titles, gathered a few friends, and then forgot about it till recently.
Since high school I’ve kept lists of the books I read. Silly, maybe, but my memory is weird and occasionally I need something to trigger it—like the title of the book I know I read ten years ago. What surprises me is that once I remember the book—remember actually reading it—a good deal of the book re-emerges from the cracks into which the details have fallen over time.
But there are gaps in the lists. …