There's a very unusual, highly professional, and exceptionally interesting blog called Bibliophile Bullpen. Go take a look. I am not smart enough to figure out immediately who they are or where they come from, so to speak, but no doubt you will catch on immediately.
(Re the smarts: as someone said to me recently, 'I've reached the stage where I go into a room full of familiar faces, and the only name I can remember is Alzheimer's.')
The chief perpetrators of Bibliophile Bullpen appear to be J. Godsey, who is a bit coy about details: profile shows a female-looking outline. A spy told me that her name is Joyce. And Lynn DeWeese-Parkinson: who's a he; ex-lawyer.
Anyway, whoever and whatever, let no one doubt that it takes a hell of a lot of time and effort to put together a blog like this. Come to that, it takes a lot of time to do it justice as a reader. But it doesn't take long to figure out that there is some seriously valuable stuff here.
By the way, J.Godsey also urges us all to enter the Booklympics. This involves hurling books around. Hey, someone should tell Stephen King. If you remember, he said that his first reaction, on reading Jonathan Franzen's The Connections, was to heave it into a far corner of the room and then piss on it. (So vulgar.)