There is a troubling trend in my blog’s stats: the less I write, the more people come to the site. Interesting that after five years of blogging (yes, it’ll be five years this coming month!) the trick to gaining an audience is to shut up and be quiet. I always knew there was something I was missing.
You’ll notice I slipped in there that it will be Bibliofreak.net’s fifth birthday this May. If there are any bloggers reading this, what do you do to celebrate the annual renewal date of your domain name (besides the excitement of registering your url for another year)? Or do you do nothing, ignoring the occasion all together? I used not to even think about it but in the last couple of years it has felt like quite an achievement to have made it to that point without chucking in the towel or being kicked out of the internet for being a ne’er do well with nothing to offer the book blogging community. Five years does seem like a good number though – quite a chunk of time – so maybe I should have you all round for a book rave. You bring a good book and I’ll bring the tea (and some glowsticks).
Firstly, Julian Barnes’s new novel, The Noise of Time. With a pretentious title like that and a cover that features a shady character in a trench coat, how could I not pick this up? It is Barnes’s first novel since The Sense of an Ending, which won 2011’s Booker Prize. When I first picked it up I really didn’t know much about the plot but it turns out to be a portrayal of the cowardice and courage of a musician (I can’t remember when the name comes up in the book but I have a feeling it is a bit hush hush to start with so I’ll keep the deets on the down low, as the trendy wendys say) in twentieth century Stalinist Russia.
So these will be my main reads for May, but like I say, I am so behind on reviews any number could come up.