we have such sites to show you

Two links I found via http://www.jonathancarroll.com/blog1/archiveMain.html
(So, should I call this a reTweet or a reBlog?)

From a recent profile of the novelist Ian McEwan in THE NEW YORKER:

Three years ago, McEwan culled the fiction library of his London town house, in Fitzroy Square. He and his younger son, Greg, handed out thirty novels in a nearby park. In an essay for the Guardian, McEwan reported that "every young woman we approached . . . was eager and grateful to take a book, whereas the men could not be persuaded. Nah, nah. Not for me. Thanks, mate, but no. The researcher's conclusion: When women stop reading, the novel will be dead."

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/02/23/090223fa_fact_zalewski?currentPage=all

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2005/sep/20/fiction.features11

http://www.dearoldlove.com/ is short notes to people we've loved (or at least liked). Requited or unrequited. For example:

Reintroduction
Facebook keeps putting you in the list of People I May Know. Facebook has only slightly more tact than the guy who introduced us at a party and then said, “Oh, wait. Never mind. You guys totally did it.”

i've been waiting for this book...

The Teaser Poster

http://komikon.deviantart.com/

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