I Confess

Thanks so very much to everyone who has already made me feel so at home. This is the coziest corner of the blogosphere, for sure, and we all have J. Kaye to thank for that. Aside from her general awesomeness and warmth, J. Kaye wowed us all with her reading challenges, her reviews, and her technological know-how. The reading challenges will continue, and I know my way around a book review, but one area where our beloved Obi One Kenobi of Blogging has me beat is in tech-i-ness. I am something of an Approval-Seeking-Missile, so this defect had me lying awake at night, wringing my hands. Just kiddiiiiing. Not. Not kidding.

But being of a kind-of sound mind, I decided I would learn and thereby endear myself to you in two ways: A.) keep the linked-up posts coming, because those are fun; and B.) tell you all how I did it. Many of you already know all about Mr. Linky and html codes and what-not, but some of you are beginning bloggers, and will be stoked to have these areas de-mystified.

We all know that one way to forge ironclad friendships is by the telling of secrets. And if those secrets are unflattering, the tighter the tie that binds, no? Some of us were giggling in the comment section yesterday about books that we've read that we are super dee duper ashamed of reading. It could be that the book was dumb and we feared it would leave a smudge on our brilliant/edgy personas if anyone saw us reading it (...like the Amish romance I got sucked into). Or it could've been, you know, a bastardization of a great literature (*cough* Mr. Darcy Takes A Wife *cough*). Still, we found ourselves hunkered under the covers, reading at top speed.

I propose we begin our relationship with a confession. A confession involving Mr. Linky. (Oh, stop! It's too much awesomeness, Home Girl!) If you feel so inclined, tell us about books you're ashamed to have read. Or-or! As a funny permutation, tell us about books you've pretended to have read (Nabokov's Lolita. There! It's out. I never finished it. It's too gross.). It's funny, isn't it, the deep, twisty, strange relationships we have with what we read? Let's get this party started!

**Update**

Here's what you need to do: Write a blog post wherein you 'fess up to reading a book that didn't make you proud OR tell us about a book you've pretended to have read. Then, click on the "title" of your blog post. Right-click on the URL, and click "copy." Then, paste it in the URL section of Mr. Linky. Then, we'll all head straight to the related post, read it, belly-laugh, and feel great relief that we aren't the only ones.