It has been a lovely thing. People read, write, return, read some more, leave a lovely, kind, supportive note, read, write... and round and round we go. How simple and truthful and good--and reciprocal. When someone leaves me a comment I inevitably hop on my bloggy bicycle and go zooming off through the bloggyworld to see what that person has been reading and writing and doing and saying.
Did Penelope (names changed) like her latest Murakami? Has Gertrude gotten to the part where Anna meets Vronsky? Is Hepzebah's new puppy going to eat the cat? Does Fenella agree that while Cathy is wicked she is utterly compelling to read? Did Roxelana get through all seven Harry Potter's in a night? Did Louella like her vacation in the Seychelles? Is Olympia happy with the latest draft of her first novel? Gripping stuff.
It is like stopping in at a favorite coffee shop on the way to work. I sit by the window and order books, news, sensibilities, thoughts, ideas, holidays, humor, kindness and a lemon vanilla scone. After a lovely chat and the feeling that i have been somewhere, met someone, I go home again.