I have quite a lot of books. I am not a book hoarder, I quite often do purges of books I don’t intend to read again, but my bookcases are always overflowing. I have tried various methods of keeping track of what I have read, but nothing really seemed that useful.
A friend at work just hipped me to LibraryThing, a website that seems tailor made for people like me. It is a little like a book-oriented facebook – you join and set up a profile (here is mine) and then start adding books. Books you have added can be given ratings and keywords, you can even write reviews if you are really keen. Once you have registered a few books, LibraryThing starts recommending other books you might like.
The website works pretty well for something claiming to be a beta. It is very text-heavy, but I don’t think that will be a problem for its target audience. The one thing that could be smoother is the interface for actually adding books – at the moment it is a bit of a pain to add multiple books by the same author, even if they appear together in the search.
In true Web2.0 fashion, LibraryThing offers all sorts of RSS feeds and blog widgets to publish data to other sites. As an experiment, I have added the LibraryThing widget to my blog theme. You should be able to see a random selection of books I have read to the right. I removed this, unfortunately it doesn’t work very well with my theme.
The summer holidays are the one time of year when it is acceptable to stuff your face with cheap food and drink, and stuff your brain with cheap paperback novels. As with the food, you tend to have a good time during the consumption of the books but regret it later on. So it is with
Hollywood is full of stories of the soulless studio system destroying artistic merit, stripping the spark-plugs in the whole engine (the writers) of credit and fair monetary reward – witness the current writers strike in America. I was hoping for a tell-all book with vitriolic anecdotes singeing the page, the blurb promises as much. What I got was a collection of light essays on various facets of the movie business, almost like a series of casual blog entries. Some of the essays are quite good, but many are average and they tend to repeat themes after a while. Even when describing the few ways in which the Hollywood system has screwed him over, the author maintains his professionalism and refuses to name names.
A far flung solar system has been cut of from the rest of the galaxy due to its only wormhole (allowing instantaneous travel) being destroyed. Warned that an invading fleet will be arriving at sub-light speeds in a few years, the system’s ruler conscripts a intelligent but moody loner with secrets of his own into a desperate mission to locate a probably fictional list of alternate wormholes from the capricious alien race that lives in the system’s gas giant planet. Along the way loyalties are tested, nothing is quite what it seems, and ripples from events from the distant past collide to throw the protagonist in unexpected directions.



