About

I had a little journal that I used to write down my favorite quotes from books.

When I’m reading and something grabs me or makes me laugh or sucker punches me or reminds me of someone, of myself, or just rings true, I dog-ear the page. But once the book goes back on the shelf or is passed on to someone else (generally in a terribly bossy fashion) I lose my folded down corners. I kept that little journal so that I could keep those pieces like a scrapbook of my literary wanderings.

I don’t have the little journal anymore, but I do have the world wide internets which is handy and doesn’t take up room in my bag. This is a diary of sorts. My very own book club.