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When I first joined Single Booklovers back in March of 1984, I felt a shiver of excitement; I was embarking on a new adventure and who knew where that would take me? When I joined, I was impressed with the caliber of the membership (men, in my case); the people who joined SBL seemed to be highly intelligent, thoughtful, caring individuals who in addition to a love of reading and books, loved the arts, writing, travel, music, plays, movies and the richness of life itself. Now, as a member and the Admin of Single Booklovers, I am once again feeling that old excitement and anticipation, as I approve new users for membership seemingly every day-I have even been welcoming two or three new members on some days! It's a wonderful, heady feeling to know that I am helping to grow this wonderful service that has been around for over 40 years, to blossom and flower into something that could indeed, be extraordinary and wonderful, as it was, for all those years. SBL had grown to 1,000 members and many marriages had resulted from all those meeting of the minds! Now, there is hope, promise and excitement in the air, as we begin 2014 and as SBL goes up, up, and away!!
innerlight · 1022 days ago

We have enabled a live chat support option. Hoefully this will give members and prospective members faster support options.
admin · 332 days ago

We made a few changes to our site to increase performance.  
admin · 332 days ago

For all levels of membership: We now have a free personality test. If you are a member, log on and take the test. It's the furthest right menu option. Potential member? Join and once your account has been approved, you too may take the personality test.
admin · 590 days ago

The tide pushes through the bottom of the door where we sleep on our mattresses. The water fingers our hair. It rises to the level of our windows and pulls us to sea where we rock upon the mournful waves, the seagulls distant and crying, our nightgowns soaked and sticking to us, our bedclothes heavy. We roll over, pressing our faces into saturated pillows.   We sleep through the day, the sun burning our throats, our foreheads, our lips. At low tide, the water leaves us on the beach. The crabs fashion the tresses of our hair and pinch our ears, but we dream of overprotective aunts and punishments. Our mother is crying but we can barely move or open our eyes.   It is dark again and a cool black wave, gently and firmly as a father, moves us into our room. We hear the gentle heaving sighings of waves, of giants, rumbling over, making us feel small and when we open our eyes, finally, to the night, we are not in water at all but are wakeful, dry, and blind.   First appeared in Corium Magazine
cinamon · 610 days ago

He fashions boats from waxed paper, affixes huge tissue heats to the corners, sets candles inside and lights them so that the miniature craft are drawn along on the dark water. Lovers pay fifty cents to see their hearts set on fire and set adrift only to witness their incineration somewhere near the opposite bank, the cinder and ash ascending into the grey twilight, the smell of burnt paper, like kindling that flames and is quickly gone, filling the air, an acrid, comforting smell of home fires and warmth.   No one asks him any questions about the meaning of all of this or how or why he started, nor does he think of it too much. He thinks only of the delicate feel of the tissue, the lightness of the string, the slippery paper smoothed and sealed by wax, the fire on the water, the lovers' faces as they stare at what they have paid for, prompted by who knows what, fascinated to see what becomes of their boat though they all must know what will be so why do they stay to watch? It is a mystery. Are they sad or satisfied somehow in the justification about their beliefs about tissue and hearts and fire, or had they hoped to see their boat, of all others, land on the other side?   Every night a woman who brings him a snack of rice and ve
cinamon · 612 days ago

Within a Forest Dark       Daddy drove us nine hundred miles to Florida the Christmas after Mama passed. It was just me, Daddy, and my little sister Lulu. Daddy said there wasn't anything in Florida that wasn't all around the world and that was Christmas love and reindeers and Santa. He didn't want to see snow, he said, or get a tree or eat turkey. These things reminded him of Mama and he needed a break from feeling sad. He said she would have wanted us to go to Florida for Christmas. In fact, he said, she probably knew what we were up to right now and it made her happy.   When I wasn't keeping my sister occupied with books and games of eye spy, I was watching the landscape change from naked trees and gray skies to thick grass and fat palms and I was watching for Mama to see if she was watching us drive to Florida. Maybe she was traveling beside us, just outside the window. I looked for her in the shadows of green. I looked for her in the marshes beside the freeway. She would wear her white linen gown, the one with the satin bow I had learned to tie when I was three years old. She would wear her hair long, like she did before the sickness took it. She loved the outdoors. It made sense I saw her a few times, walking along in the t
cinamon · 617 days ago

Thank you to all of our paying subscribers. We now have enough funds available to have a mobile version of the website built (also known as a responsive site). We have started the process to begin contracting the work today. This has to be one of my biggest goals since acquiring the site in December 2012 and making the initial conversion to a web based service. Thanks again to all our paying subscribers, for without you, this site would not be possible. ~Peer
admin · 654 days ago

Effective January 1st 2015 we have modified our pricing plans. We have a 30 day option now, which does not auto renew. The annual plan has been reduced to a six month plan, again with no auto renew,
admin · 661 days ago

We apologize for any outages as we upgrade our servers. Thanks! P.
admin · 699 days ago
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