Goodreads

Goodreads is a very interesting site that helps you see what your friends are reading and to share what they themselves are reading.  Even though I think there are some great things about it there are a few things that bother me. 

I think that it is very helpful in a lot of way.  One it does help you find good things to read if you are on the hunt.  There are a lot of authors I have discovered by going through the site and looking at the things my friends recommend.

However…doing this takes a lot of time.  That is the main problem that I have.  I have spent several hours going through the site and trying to rate books, and look through everything.   Frankly, I do not have the time. 

I think that the concept is awesome.  I do use it to help me find things to read, but I just wish it wasn’t so freaking time consuming. 

I will say that I think that it is a great way for authors to get there work out there.  This is especially true with the book giveaways.  (That is something I love…I mean who doesn’t love free books right?)  I do think that it is a great way to find things to read. 

I personally would rather spend my time actually reading, than looking on the internet at what everyone else is reading.     

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The orange and red dance as a gentle breeze blows through the slightly cracked window, casting a yellow glow on the blue wall behind.

The rainbow drips down covering the green glass, the pedestal in which the flame is held aloft safely.  

There is no scent,  only that of the soft smoke curling and looping around the ceiling fan, creating intricate circles and swirls of gray against the dimly lit lamp in the corner. 

               

              The melting rainbow seeps down, over the white contaminating…

First red,

Then blue.

 Each color overlapping the last.  Each determined to remain vibrant and distinct. Individual. 

I slowly reach out, careful to use only the slightest touch, careful to use only the smallest part of my finger, unwilling to change the pattern leaking down.

 With only the very smallest tip of a finger I touch the red.  Heat.  The burn, only for an instant, as it slowly turns back into its solid form. Staining my skin.