I’m not big on social networking. I occasionally venture onto Twitter
and even more occasionally take a peep at Facebook, but frankly, they frighten me. I don’t know why. They are, of course, brimming with friendly people and I do believe that the nice folk by far outnumber the not-so-nice, but after about five minutes of skimming other people’s thoughts, a strange disquiet descends. Perhaps it’s the lack of focus. Perhaps it’s that I have no real idea what I am doing there – or what you or they or he or she are doing there – but whatever it is, this feeling, it sends me racing off within minutes to the relative safe house of my email inbox, where people only contact you me if there’s something they actually need. Well, most of the time anyway.
Given these feelings (and possibly the lack of a good therapist) I have thus far steered clear of the social networking sites. That is until last year, when I discovered goodreads.com. As I expect many of you know, it is a site for people who like to read books. It has focus. I know why I go there. I know what to do and how to do it and why other people are there too. In short, I am at home.
So, if like me, you are crazy about books, why not pop over to Goodreads and have a look round? Perhaps I’ll see you there.