Firstly, let me apologize in advance for this creatively mediocre post - not that my posts are all that creative, or not mediocre for that matter - but I am suffering from a head cold gifted to me from a friend from Canada. I only picked him up at the airport for christssake! A mere ten minute drive from the airport to his place and - WHAM! - I was down and out for the count late Sunday afternoon. I will forgive him, though, since he brought me a couple of Cadbury's Caramilk bars, which I will not eat until my taste buds return to normal. It's torture, I tell you! Torture!
So, I am feeling out of sorts: my brain feels like it is having an out of body experience.
But I am digressing, sneezing, coughing and moaning.
It all started this past summer - I'm guessing in June or July - when Unfinished Person
(a.k.a. and/or formerly known as Unfinished Rambler - and who I think may be suffering from an unfinished identity crisis ;-) sent a book to Quirkyloon
(who is still Quirkyloon and quirky - in a nice way, of course ;-). After reading it, Quirkyloon offered the novel to the first person brave enough to e-mail her his or her actual mailing address! "Daredevil" Boom Boom
(formerly known - but may still be known as - CatLadyLarew, who has oneofthelongestURLblogaddressesI'veeverseen, and also appears to be suffering an identity crisis ;-) received the book from Quirkyloon.
Boom Boom thought that the passing of the book to others was such a novel idea that she decided to keep this readership going and coined it, "The Bloggerhood of the Traveling Book". From Boom Boom, the book made its way to nonamedufus
(who I've recently nicknamed, "Sir Punsalot" merely because he does and is a master at it ;-) and lives in Canada, more specifically, from *farts*
Quebec. After answering a simple question - okay, I admit I was wrong on my first guess - the book made it to me.
The title in question is, "The Girl Who Played With Fire"
by Stieg Larsson, and is the second of a trilogy.
I now have the privilege of being part of this Bloggerhood book club and the honour of passing this novel to anyone else who is interested in joining. As I said, this is the second book of a trilogy, but I think its story stands on its own so it isn't absolutely necessary to read the first. It's an exceptional read.
So, without further ado, I'll send it to the first person who can decipher this acronym:
- Hint #1: It's what I feel like with this head cold.
- Hint #2: It's what a mischievous kid (and possible future arsonist) would leave on the porch of a nasty neighbour.
If you don't want to join, comments are still welcome! But, just think ...
|(My web cam shot of the inside cover. What?? I'm lazy and ill - sue me.)|