Wednesday, January 28, 2009

honoured just to be here

I was chuffed as hell to be awarded a Bookworm Award recently by the lovely and talented Dr Monkey von Monkerstein. To receive such an honour from someone who has such a deep and abiding love for books, someone who peruses used book stores for rare gems and archaic oddities, someone who has published a novel of his own, is an honour indeed.

I shall do everything within my power to uphold the dignities of this office.

And I now I feel I must recognise some extraordinary bookworms who inspire me with their love of books:
John from the Book Mine Set - he's like the godfather of all things wordy

Remi from Gunner's Miscellany - seems to read more books in a week than I can in a year
Karen from Voyages of HMS Swiftsure - has an enormous book wish list and you know she'll get through it too

I applaud your book worminess, all.

Somewhat related, but really more a matter of shameless self-promotion, I would like to draw your attention to the fact that, not only have I finished reading another book, but it is a Canadian book, and it is reviewed over at the Bookworm Collective. Please drop by and check it out.


John Mutford said...

Do I have your permission to get fat and mumble? I've really been looking for an excuse.

Thanks four the honours, fellouw bououkwourm! (New Canadian spelling. "Because we like u.")

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Chuff you? Why I hardly know you!

Thanks. I'm here all week.

Karen said...

You like me! You really really like me! I'd like to thank the big man upstairs (you know...the fat guy who uses his treadmill late at night right over my bedroom), my parents (for always yelling at me to turn off the tv and go read a book), the academy, everyone who voted for me, the cafeteria lady who makes my special sandwich no matter how busy she is, the pizza delivery man...

Remi said...

Seeing as this is the closest I will get to an Oscar moment, I will quote Laurence Olivier's Oscar speech, verbatim:

"In the great wealth, the great firmament of your nation's generosities this particular choice may perhaps be found by future generations as a trifle eccentric, but the mere fact of it – the prodigal, pure, human kindness of it – must be seen as a beautiful star in that firmament which shines upon me at this moment, dazzling me a little, but filling me with warmth of the extraordinary elation, the euphoria that happens to so many of us at the first breath of the majestic glow of a new tomorrow."

Not that I know what any of that means but, hey, it sounded good.

Thanks, by the way.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You don't need my permission, John, that is standard fare for us around here. It is harder to mumble with all those extra "u"s though.

Rimshot, Dr M!

Your life is very full, Karen! And it's heartwarming to see that you haven't forgotten the little people, and by little people I mean the fat guy upstairs.

I wonder if Olivier just made that speech up on the spur of the moment, Remi? Because it sounds just like the way I talk all the time.

Allison said...

Ah yes, reading for pleasure...I vaguely remember what that's like. Well done you bookworm, you! Off to read your review now. :)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

And some day you shall experience that again, Al. It will happen.

Gifted Typist said...

Congratulations booky zombie

Confession: I've almost totally gone off literary fiction. I think the gimmicky Lovely Bones did me in. Birth House too.

I can't seem to focus on fiction anymore, unless it's funny, and tightly written (Wodehouse)or murder mystery (ie Ian Rankin or Nicki French)
I'm feeling a bit funny about this as I've always read fiction and kept up with the best sellers, but for some reason I can't any more. I'm worried that I may have a case of that too-much-internetz-induced ADD that you or someone spoke of awhile back.

I'm reading lots of economics "porn" these days:
: JKGalbraith's The Great Crash of '29 - fabulous psychological insights and frightening similarities to our crash.

Panic: The story of modern Financial insanity ed. Michael Lewis. (Finally I understand "put options")

A Treasury of Stephen Leacock - (the funniest Canadian ever, hands down)

Why Mexicans don't drink Molsen - rescuing Cdn business from the suds of obscurity. (Canada has the lumber but Sweden value added and came up with IKEA- why?)

The Mitford Sisters Letters. The Britney spears and Paris Hiltons of their day. Only smarter.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I used to read fiction almost exclusively, Gifted, but now I find I am branching into quite a few biographies and rock histories as well. Not exactly the most challenging of reading, perhaps, but I consider it a step forward.

Ooooh Why Mexicans Don't Drink Molsen sounds intriguing, yet I have never heard of it before. I shall keep an eye out for it. Thanks for the heads up and recommendations.

It doesn't sound as though the internet induced ADD is hitting you all that badly.

Bridget Jones said...

YAY and congrats!!!!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I was as surprised as anyone, BJ!