Alas, the month of February has ended and March has sailed in. What does this mean for me as a blogger of books? Like many New Year resolutions that do not see the light of day, I had intended to read more and review more in February, but this could not materialise for various reasons that may sound boring to you.
Nana Awere Damoah, the author to watch out for, kindly gave me complimentary copies of his books, Excursions In My Mind and Through The Gates of Thought for review. The Secret to Detoxifying Your Life, by Mariska Tayor-Darko, a motivational speaker, poet and writer is also waiting to be reviewed by moi this March.
I must admit that I did not do too well in February; oh yes, I must be honest with myself. I could only review Empi Baryeh’s Most Eligible Bachelor, after winning a kindle copy through the author’s blog tour competition. So, those of you who could not read the review, (spoilers) do visit the blog for a peek. I also did a couple of posts on some mundane events.
Even, though I could not do lots of reviews, I blogged avidly, visiting other blogs and commenting here and there. I should say I was sort of hibernating, waiting to get my blog face-lifted by my dear friend Kinna who says my blog lacks lustre and I should transfer to WordPress. I’m in stitches at this point, just waiting for her to complete this new image of a WordPress blog and give me that ‘in’ overhaul. I guess I can try on my own, though I would want to give Kinna that added joy. So there!
Oh yes! I tweeted too. Ha ha ha! New to me and so exciting!! Lol!
From my TBR list, I read some western thrillers – Jeffrey Archer’s A Matter of Honour and False Impressions which I have no intention of reviewing except to say that I enjoyed them tremendously. You see, my reading life is a bit erratic, and by that I mean I read anything that catches my fancy any time, any day without advance planning. So, I had to put on hold my reading of Changes, by Ama Ata Aidoo, to read outside my reading list by reading Samson and Delilah, novel of love, betrayal and vengeance, by Francis Edmunds.
Needless to say, I’m trying to be more organised this March.