Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve. Carol Shields Republic of Love

Being B.I.P.


I was that kid who was scolded for bringing a book everywhere. Now, I am taller. And I can carry more books.

This site is about giving back, in exchange for the many hours spent in the company of books.

Here, I can share my enthusiasm for those books which have offered me bookish friendships, for those writers’ works which have participated in countless paged conversations. (If you believe there is a match to be made between B.I.P. and a particular story, please see this page.)

So, even though there are no advertisements on this site, it is part of a much broader exchange: words for words.

And I do hope that the bookish conversations here will encourage you to support authors and publishers (and that you have the opportunity to do so at an independent bookseller).

Currently, I am more often writing about the experience of reading and various bookish relationships, whether excerpts from my reading journal or reflections on rereading. There are also regular posts about my reading log, my bookbag, my notebook and my — seemingly endless — stacks. In earlier years, there were monthly updates with reading logs and some quotations. From 2010 through 2014, this site began to focus more on reviews and community events and festivals.

There is a lot of bookchat here – more than 1,200 discussions (some short and some long) – with an emphasis on the works of Canadian authors (who are marked with a FLAG here). How much do I read? Stats are here. Do I have a collection? Yes, here. And favourites? Yes and yes and yes!

I hope you will leave a comment and take part in the conversations. Or, if you prefer, send an email. (If you live in the Toronto area, perhaps we can not only bookchat, but bookSHOPchat.)

Tell me if you, too, are Buried.In.Print. and what you’re reading, what you just finished, what you wish you could forget reading, what you still haven’t read but keep meaning to read, and/or what is calling to you from the top of the stack.

There is no such thing as too much bookchat.

In bookishness,

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Please, do say hello. There’s no such thing as too much bookchat!


3 comments to Being B.I.P.

  • Ha, funny! In spring I reach for the poetry of Alden Nowlan and I’ve been re-reading certain passages of Ernest Buckler’s The Mountain and the Valley during Christmas for the past twenty five years!

    Glad to have clicked on your name over at The Book Mine Set this morning. 🙂

    • Somehow I missed reading that Ernest Buckler novel in school, and only made time for it, finally, in 2004: I loved it. That and Sinclair Ross’ As For Me and My House, another NCL reissue that I shouldn’t have allowed to sit for so long. I’ll have to keep TM&TV in mind for next Christmas myself…

  • […] Anyway, you get the idea. Names are freaking foundational. Or, as Adam Gopnik said much more articulately in his Massey Lectures, “Names are the footholds, the spikes the imagination hammers in to get a hold on an ice wall of mere existence.” (Flagged by my pal at Buried In Print.) […]

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