Greetings.

Salutations, even. I believe this post to be important; beginnings so often are. The beginning sets the mood, the tone, the voice for the entirety of the piece - this is applicable not only for blogs, but for music, speeches, shows, and most importantly in the view of this particular blog: books. Oft have I picked up a novel, examined its cover thoroughly for clues as to its content and worth, then flipped to the beginning. I scan a few sentences to determine its voice, which in turn decides whether or not I'll take it home and continue reading. This approach has worked for me far more often than investigating the summaries on the backs or in the side flaps of the book's jacket - summaries are written in an editor's voice, not the author's voice. The author's voice, which is so vital to the readability and beauty of any novel, must be seen itself.

This blog was created because I am a voracious devourer of voices. I feed on the written word, tearing through novels with alacrity. I consume them, digest them, think upon them, and now I should like to share what might be unflatteringly termed "novel poo" with you, but which the more dry-humoured amongst you might rather call "reviews". With this as my beginning, as my introduction to you, let us begin. I can only hope my journeys within these written words will perhaps prove edifying for the loving and loyal fans of libraries and all such repositories of worlds as well.