Dorr tagged me for this on Facebook and then brought it to the blogosphere. I thought I'd do it here first and then post it on my FB page.
Using only books you have read this year (2009), cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a book title. It’s a lot harder than you think!
Describe Yourself: Food Matters (Mark Bittman) -- so do books, but food is very important. Food and books together? Well, nothing matters much more than that, does it?
How do you feel: Stiff (Mary Roach) -- did a new workout routine the other day
Describe where you currently live: Main Street (Sinclair Lewis) -- truly, although it's not called that, but it's the main street right in the center of town
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Revolutionary Road (Richard Yates) -- what it sounds like, not the dreary place it is in the book
Your favorite form of transportation: (anyway you can get me) Cross Channel (Julian Barnes)
Your best friend is: Sure of You (Armistead Maupin) -- more sure of me than I am
You and your friends are: A Long Way Gone (Ishmael Beah) -- and we like it that way
What’s the weather like: In the Fall (Jeffrey Lent) -- which means it's gorgeous
Favorite time of day: The Twilight of the Gods (Richard Garnett) -- which gives way to Gaudy Night (Dorothy Sayers)
If your life was a(n): A Polysyllabic Spree (Nick Hornby) -- I don't really understand this one but like the idea of my life being a polysyllabic spree
What is life to you: The Discomfort Zone (Jonathan Franzen) -- just when I think I'm getting comfortable...
Your fear: The Killing Kind (John Connolly) -- don't we all fear them?
What is the best advice you have to give: Equal Rights (Terry Pratchett) -- for all, everywhere
Thought for the Day: The Black Spider (Jeremias Gotthelf) -- I love spiders, and I saw a beautiful black one spinning a web just outside our kitchen window today
How I would like to die: A High Wind in Jamaica (Richard Hughs) -- well, the Jamaica Part at least, and I wouldn't mind its being windy and maybe being out on the water, but nothing violent or painful, please
My soul’s present condition: Lud-in-the-Mist (Hope Mirrlees) -- right on the edge of Fairy Land