In The Stranger, Paul Constant offers a nice take on Goodreads (”Facebook for Book Nerds“):
It’s a weird monument to the solitary exhibitionism of reading, and it’s addictive - the online equivalent of the glow you get while reading Anna Karenina on the bus, where strangers can see you reading Anna Karenina on the bus.
All book snobs secretly want to expose their reading habits to the world, and this interface makes that possible; it’s book porn.
I ask: aren’t books porn enough? And Constant replies: yes.
(Thanks, Frank!)
