I don't get the attraction. Even with my monumental ego, I don't delude myself that my views on any given title are interesting to anyone but me. And yes I do RA, and yes I recommend books, sometimes ones I've read and sometimes ones I wouldn't read on a bet. Also, the idea of some utter stranger having right to look at my list and comment my taste offends me. The day I walked out of my last literature class was the last day anybody on the planet had any right to an opinion about my reading. I am not any more interested in others' opinions of my reading than they are in mine about theirs. And in this day and age of governmental, religious, political, and commercial snoops, I would be quite content not to have any more long noses examining my stuff.
Has anybody noticed how many of these 2.0 things end in .com? Somewhere, somehow, data is being collected, mined, exchanged, or otherwise turned to a profit without our knowledge or consent or advantage. We will be marketed to under the guise of somebody who is pretending to be a librarian or booklover. I have no need of being marketed to. I know what I want, and I will go and get it at my friendly neighborhood independent bookstore until it is crushed by the big boxes.
Having said this, I can think of one library use, but only if a patron was willing. I pull for a number of homebound people, and I don't like duplicating my pulls any more than they like having to put up with them. If a homebound person wanted to create a profile and permit the homebound crew to look a it, that would be helpful. Other than that, if someone wants to keep a list of what has been read, a card file or a notebook would be easier and more private. Me, I keep mine in my head, where it belongs.
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