I'm one of many readers out there, I'm sure, who don't do very well with reading as diversely as we should. I read a lot of books about Europe, but those cultures are not hugely different from mine, as an American. Last year, however, I read a book by a Chinese author that opened my eyes to how ignorant I was about China. The book was called The Mao Case by Qiu Xiaolong, and the only reason I picked it up at the library was because the author's name started with an X, and I needed that to complete my A-Z Challenge. I have to admit I didn't like the book very much, but that was only because it was in the crime genre, and that's one of my least favorite genres. It did, however, stir in me an interest in Chinese culture and history that I didn't know I had before. I haven't done much to act on that interest yet, but I am certain that the interest isn't going anywhere and will be satisfied and grow eventually.
My name is Julie, and I own a lot of books. As in, they are stacked on the floor because I've run out of room on the shelves. And those shelves? There are so many books on them that they smile -- not sag; smile. This blog will cover book reviews and all manner of other bookish things.
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