Another insanely busy week for the books. Now that the weekend has rolled around, they’re calling for more rain and bluster. Can’t say I’m disappointed. You see, I was supposed to head of out town this weekend–but the trip has been postponed. Now, dreadful weather conditions sound like a good excuse to hide beneath a mound of books. Heaven, non?
Before I get too carried away, however, a few bookish bits . . .
The finalists for the 34th annual L.A. Times Book Prizes were announced–they include 50 books in 10 categories.
Charles Dodgson (a.k.a. Lewis Carroll) was no fan of fame–it seems he despised it even to the point of wishing he’d written no books at all. Imagine, no Alice in Wonderland . . . I guess it’s best we don’t know what our future holds.
Wikipedia plans 1,000-volume print edition (I hope they also plan to fact check).