the armchair

Welcome to my armchair. My virtual armchair, you could say.

This is my real armchair:


It is not beautiful except in my own eyes. But from its Allie-shaped confines, I plan to read read read. Who knows? I may even write from it.

I hope you will enjoy this, my blog, in which I will be plotting my course through the books of the world and their bookology. I coined the term myself, only to find later that others were before me. Well, I say, let's pretend they weren't. For now, bookology is exactly what I discover it to be.

I don't intend this to be a very tightly-conceived blog. It will be full of reviews, reviews of a motley crew of authors, basically whatever I can get my hands on for free or for very little. So if I review the next Tolstoy one week, don't be surprised if the very next week I am reading Ann M. Martin's latest addition to the Babysitters Club. (I am extremely unlikely to be reviewing anything Ann M. Martin has written, although her books dominated a few years of my childhood. But I don't want to rule anything out.) Expect the unexpected.