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With due diligence and an open mind, I gave it a whirl. And wouldn’t you know, I was converted. LibraryThing is one of those tools you never know you need until you use it. Knowing which book is where is useful enough to justify it, but there are subtler joys too..."Tag" each book with your own searchable keywords. This is great for locating books you’ve lent out, moved into a box in the basement, or taken to work. If there’s a fire or a flood, you’ll know which books to replace. You can tag books you should return to friends. You can catalogue books you don’t own, but want to remember to buy or borrow.
You can also rate and review your own books. That doesn’t appeal to me. I know which books of mine are good. I was tempted to assign a nasty tag word to a bad airport novel, but I removed it when I recognized my own vanity at work. I suppose I hadn’t wanted some other user seeing it in my collection without comment....But what I’ve found most interesting is seeing the patterns in my own shelves: the archaeology of my life so far. This could be called navel-gazing, or a waste of time. I’m starting to think of it as an effort to understand my own soul.
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