Book Clubs... which, incidentally, have quite a lot to do with Photobucket.

This past Monday, my mind was blown as I was expertly introduced to the wonder of Photobucket and Youtube as powerful, online marketing tools.

*angels sing:shock and awe*

Obviously, the awe overshadowed the the lesson as I don't seem to have actually retained anything useful. I'm pretty well left with the glowing certainty that using these two programmes will bring loads of shiny win into my cluttered little world but the shiny is just out of reach as I can't seem to remember how to reach it.

Bugger.

Anyway, all that to say; book clubs will be reappearing this May! There's a poll up on our Facebook page regarding timelines; I would be much obliged if you would pop over and click-clicky . There will be more information very soon; there would be more information right now, in the form of a glistening e-card with a fabulous (yet tastefully understated) slideshow... but my brain's a runny egg, so. *shrugs*

Goodnight, happy reading, best wishes and... all that.

-Britaini

Customer:"Those books, those books there, the leather bound ones..."
Bernard:"Yes, Dickens; the complete works of Charles Dickens."
Customer:"Are they real leather?"
Bernard: (cocks head to one side; stares) "They're real Dickens."

-Black Books

Floating

I am 25 years old, and the owner of an independent book shoppe.

*breath*

I am extremely grateful. 

For those of you who know us ("us" being the BW), you know I'd managed the store for quite a while before the transition to owner. But it's different now; outside the obvious, I have the strangest sensation of floating. Listing, aimlessly. That's not to say I don't have a goal; I do. I have a very clear picture of where I want us to go, where I want us to be, but... it's the getting there that can become a little overwhelming. 

I know what I need; a clear(er) plan. A time-table. I am not a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl. While I certainly take things in stride, I need a sense of definition.

So that is my goal, over the next five days. Sit down, sort out, schedule.

For those of you coming from the first blog, you will have no doubt noticed a distinct lack of sarcasm in this post but what can I say? It's twelve in the morning and I'm just, plain tired. I will, however, leave you with a quote I stole from someone famous:

"With all due respect to Lord Byron, there is no such thing as a Romantic Period."

Goodnight...