I’m glad that I’m not the only one who has more books than I care to admit on my shelves that I’ve read and yet can’t remember a single thing about them. There are some that I’ve read during blogging hiatuses that, because I didn’t write about them, I’ve almost totally forgotten. There are even some that I’ve reviewed that I can’t remember a thing about; even reading my own review doesn’t always remind me. It’s a really weird feeling to recognize your own writing, but not recognize what you’re writing about.
Has this ever happened to you?by