I can't claim that I've got a handle on Live Tweeting yet, but I have started playing with short-form reviews on Twitter.
Today's experiment with Swimming Home by Deborah Levy seemed appropriate - the paperback version is just about 160 pages long. And it's sad, so I didn't want to delve too deeply into its meaning. (If you know me, you know I like movies and books that make me laugh, not cry.) It's clearly got something to say about sadness, and marriage, and mental health. Not necessarily in that order.
You're welcome to follow me and see what I read next (hint: I hope it makes me laugh!) Or, better yet, let me know what you're reading. Then I'll follow you.