Every Christmas, we give each other books.  Lots of books.  It’s actually become the best part of the gift giving, to see who came up with what, to see if any of us have given each other the same book (it’s happened twice).  I got a good haul this year, so here’s the latest additions to my “to be read” pile:

The Rebels, Sandor Marai
A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini
Home, Marilynne Robinson
The White Tiger, Aravind Adiga (I always get the latest Booker Prize winner)
Dead Souls, Gogol
Taras Bulba, Gogol
Dreaming Iris, John de Falbe (the 2nd novel written by the fearless leader of my favourite bookstore, Sandoe’s)
New and Collected Poems, George Szirtes (I actually got that for myself)
Not a bad way to start the year’s reading.  Of course, the only problem is that I’m still working my way through last year’s horde, not to mention the wonderful books published by my writer friends this year.  So many words, so little time.  Where do I begin?
Well,  the intrepid folk at bluechrome publishing have come up with a new way to help people like me make such decisions: The Bluechrome Review.  In the words of the site itself:
    …a simple place where anybody involved with bluechrome is invited to
  plonk reviews they write. No great aims or ideals, just somewhere else to 
find out about good books you might like to read for yourself.

It looks good and is already full of interesting and thoughtful articles about all sorts of books from all sorts of places. Take a look, why don’t ya’.
And now for a little boasting….imagine my surprise when Google alerted me that my name was posted on a blog I had never heard of before — and all the way from Sri Lanka.  And not only my name, but it turns out the author has been reading my poetry play, Dreams of May, and quoted one of the poems she especially liked, in her January 7, ’09 posting.  It’s called “Upon Leaving” and you can read it here.  Thanks “Gutter Flower.”