Egads, LibraryThing is addictive. I've entered a few hundred books so far -- much of the poetry and writing-related stuff, most of the travel stuff, most of the whale/cetacean/ocean stuff, and now I'm starting in on my general collection (fiction and nonfiction all mashed together, alpha by author) -- in which I am part way through Atwood.
LibraryThing has a lot of nifty little features. One of the cool toys is an "author gallery" -- they don't have pictures of all authors, of course, but you can bring up a little gallery of authors in your collection for whom they have pictures. Here's mine -- see how many you can identify! No cheating; when you hover your mouse over the picture the identification will pop up.
It has nothing to do with poetry or Great Literature, but I'm currently reading a book which is funny as hell and which some of you bloggers out there might enjoy -- Exile in Guyville: How a Punk Rock Redneck Faggot Texan Moved to West Hollywood and Refused to be Shiny and Happy, by Dave White. (That link goes to his website. He's got a blog linked on there, too. Who doesn't have a blog anymore, that's what I want to know.) I guess the book's subtitle pretty much sums it up, doesn't it? Seriously, funny as hell.
Spotted my first actual blooming crocuses yesterday (or maybe it was the day before). Which means it will probably snow at least one more time, but spring is officially on the way. Finally.