About Booky Ooky
We here at Booky Ooky don’t care if it has a dragon on the cover. We don’t care if it’s based on a movie. We love mass market paperbacks. If you want pretentious pontificating about “worthwhile, intellectual literature” you’d better just turn around.
We read because reading is magic.
This blog was started to join and support the fabulous community of book bloggers out there. People have complained about the lack of “serious talk about serious literature” on the Internet, and this blog will do nothing to rectify that. Any book in any genre can speak to a person in some way or another, and this is a site that will focus on books that affect a person in any way, not just intellectually. Ridiculous ideas about popular literature being plebian and worthless are generally frowned upon around here. We’ve all heard it. You’re not better than us.
Though I do agree that The Da Vinci Code sucks.
The site will focus largely on fantasy/sci-fi (yeah), young adult novels, and general fiction sometimes. While it would be easier to find a devoted audience with a more specific niche, tough.
About the Author
Scott — that’d be me — is a librarian, technically, but not the kind that works with books. I studied music. To get right to it, I have no qualifications except a book collection and a cat. All librarians have cats.
I read purely for enjoyment. That’s also what this blog is for: enjoyment. Specifically, mine.
Oh, and I live in New York City.
Why did you give your blog such a retarded name?
I didn’t. My cat did.
When I decided to start the blog, I couldn’t think of a thing to name it, but I didn’t feel like being patient and waiting for one to come to me. Having just read Peter Pan, I figured there must be some inspiration in there. I turned to pick it up from the table next to me to find my cat sitting right on it. (One of my cat’s favorite past-times is putting her asshole on things I have to touch.)
Anyway, as you know, when talking to a cat, one’s IQ drops at least 150 points, and the inanity of what is said rises 100-fold. Noticing my cat on Peter Pan, I said in my high-pitched crazy cat voice: “Ooooh, does kitty like-a da bookie-ookies???” She said, “Meow.” My blog was named.
Am I embarrassed about my blog’s stupid name? You bet. Did the girl who called to confirm my domain registration sound like she thought I was insane? Most certainly. Will I ever change it? Not a chance.
Well, maybe.
