back to the blame game...

I've decided to pick up with the blame game again. It's been a few years, but these days it should be much more manageable because I really am better at *not* accumulating books than I once was. So starting today, I shall again start keeping track of who is to blame for the books coming into my home. I'll probably post about once or twice a month, and end up this round at the end of the year. End it up by saddling the winner with a book so that their bookshelves can sag a little more, just as mine do thanks to their book-pushery.

Sorry for the lousy picture (didn't realize it was so bad until I uploaded it, and well, I'm just far too lazy to do it again). These are the books that came into the old abode yesterday. And no, I wasn't lying about the "getting better" thing--HONEST!--it's just that yesterday was the start of our library sale. Supporting a good cause and all that. Okay, the blame:

*Find Me by Carol O'Connell. Susan is to blame for her review. And I gotta say I'm a tad worried that she'll be picking up a bunch more points, because this book is just one in what looks like a pretty long series, and I suspect I'm going to enjoy it quite a bit. Oooh, and I'm being such a rebel here--this isn't even the first book in the series, but I'm going to read it first anyway!

*Self-Made Man: One Woman's Year Disguised as a Man by Norah Vincent. Chris is sucking up the blame for this one. Yep, even though he hasn't read it yet. But see, he really made me want to read another of Vincent's books, Voluntary Madness, which yes, I already bought. And you know how these things are...sometimes the desire for one book leads to the desire for another book which leads to the desire for another book... Well, all that damn desiring is getting laid squarely at the feet of the original pusher--I am shirking all responsibility.

*The Girls by Lori Lansens. Okay, this may seem profoundly unfair--ask my dear friends to make these beautiful lists of books for me to read for my happiness project and then saddle them with the blame when I actually buy the book. You know what, tough! Sorry, Kelly, but you're stuck with it.

*Still Alice by Lisa Genova. Wow-I've been wanting this one a long time, as in early 2009. Ever since I read Staci's review. Seems it doesn't matter how much time has passed, huh, one is never safe from blame.

*Affinity by Sarah Waters. Okay, this is the fifth Sarah Waters book I've bought. And every single one of them, I bought because of Ana. You know, because I'd buy a washing machine manual if she recommended it. Anyway, one of these days, I really will get around to actually reading a Sarah Waters book...

*Cereus Blooms at Night by Shani Mootoo. Surprise, surprise...Ana gets another point. Absolutely powerless to resist this review.

*Then by Morris Gleitzman. Sorry Ana. What can I say? You made me read Gleitzman's Two Weeks with the Queen, which I promptly fell passionately in love with. So it's no surprise that I now pick up Gleitzman's books whenever I see them.

*Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons. Yep, you guessed it. Ana's review. One of those classic cases of Ana leaving me dying to read a book that I wouldn't have touched with a 10-foot pole before her review. :P

I tried really, really hard to find a way to blame people for the other books, but I guess I'm just not clever enough. I especially would have loved to do that for the book I bought but already owned...yeah, I've got more problems than just not being terribly clever, huh? But I've now got a spare used copy of The Wooden Sea by Jonathan Carroll, so if anyone would like it, just speak up. (Though I'm still really horrible about actually making it to the post office, so it could be a couple weeks.)