I’m collaborating with two other people on the second edition of an annotated bibliography of Holocaust literature for children and teenagers. The guy who invited me had written the first edition himself, published in 1999, and wants to put out another, but he had a hard time of it back then and so much more has come out now, more than a dozen years later, that he decided he needed help. He asked for my assistance based on the 434 books on my goodreads.com “Holocaust” shelf. I’ll get co-author credit and everything. Pretty cool, huh?
I’d never tried to do anything like this before and it’s a lot more labor-intensive than you’d think. I feel obligated to read, or at least glance through, every bibliographic entry I write. And there are a lot of Holocaust books I read yonks ago that I know should be included, but I simply can’t remember much about them and will have to have a look at them again.
The result is that I won’t be reading much else except Holocaust books for the next few months. Not that that’s any great imposition.