My very first post on this blog

... which no-one is really going to read. But I'm fine with that, after all I'm just starting up this new blog. And it's a book-blog. Of course. What else would I want to talk about? I know that there are many more and I understand that this world surely doesn't need another one. But sometimes I feel that there's nothing I care about as much as I care about books. And related topics. Such as translation of books. Or book covers. Or the magic world of publishing. Or cats. Yes, I do care about cats. And I enjoy a good cup of coffee. Especially if I can sip it calmly, while reading a book. And here we are again.

So, I'm a blogger. Not that this lousy post makes me a blogger, but I already have another blog I've been nurturing for more than a year. Obviously about books - what else? And it's a nice blog and I love it. A decent amount of followers, nice discussions about books-related topics. Not to mention that I've recently learnt how to create new pages.
But lately I've been feeling like I'm missing something and I've come to think that this 'something' could be the rest of the world. I mean, I live in Italy. And it's not that I don't like my country, but, you know, this is not the most book-friendly place on Earth. Only the 10% of the whole population reads more than 1 book per year. Isn't that terrible? Only the 10%. One person out of ten doesn't read. And this awareness scares the hell out of me. I know I may be exaggerating, but I can't help looking at non-readers as if they're zombies. I don't understand them. I can't imagine how it is inside their non-reading heads. How can they breathe and walk and speak, even although they've never met Jane Austen, Laura Chant, Coraline, Harry Potter or... well, I could go on for ages, but I think I'd better stop here.
The point is, I want to discuss about books with non-Italian people. That's why I created this blog. During the next days I'll try to translate all my old reviews at the best of my ability. Which means that they'll be poorly translated, at least at first. I sincerely hope I'll improve my English while writing here, but in the meantime I'll delight you with nice pictures found on the Internet. 'Cause I'm clever.
But it's time to sleep now, so good night and good books.