When we were in France in 2005, I did a lot of cultural exploration of blogs and websites. I read Dooce, which lead me to Kottke and his list of many links, which are now non-existent. One day while the kids were napping, I checked out several on the list and came across Fighting Tiger or Battlecat.
Battlecat was an Australian and a traveler, which interested me, so I lurked on her blog and lived vicariously as she made her way though various countries and ended up in Berlin. We eventually communicated once or twice through her blog comments. I ended up recommending a book to her, she recommended one to me via twitter, and that’s how I found The History of Love.
It was tougher to read than the last few I’ve recently read, but I loved it, and it has left me with a tender feeling.