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What I've Been Doing

Thanks to everyone who commented and emailed me about ending the blog series. It's nice to know that people enjoyed it. As someone said to me, "You should either write something worth reading or do something worth reading about," and your support makes me think that I managed to do that.

So what have I been doing since finishing the 52nd book? A lot, actually. I haven't read a book! I tried -- even dipped into a few -- but they couldn't keep my attention. I don't think it's because of the material, but because I need a break.

What I have done is sorted through all the magazines I didn't get to because I had my nose burried in a book. I forgot how much I enjoy reading magazines (and not stuff like Cosmo and Maxim -- I'm talking Portfolio, Metropolitan Home and National Geographic Traveler), and how many ideas for articles I get from reading magazines.

I've also been planning my book launch party, and finishing up a lot of work that I need to get done before June 1. Today I'm headed down the shore on assignment from both the Philadelphia Inquirer and New York Times, and to pick up seashells. It's a cold, windy day, which means the conditions should be perfect for shells on the beach.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do with this book blog series yet. A few people have mentioned book, and I've thought about it. I read through some of the earlier blog entries this weekend, and I can see how much has changed in the last seven months. Who knows. Maybe there is nothing to do with it because I did it -- I wrote about it and shared it and hopefully entertained you. I learned a lot about myself, and what could be better than that?

Remember, if you'd like to reviews in order from 1 to 52 in a word document, just email me at jenmiller27 [at] gmail [dot] com!

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