I was travelling for work conference last weekend and my roommate, a self-confessed non-reader, mentioned that one of her dear friends (who apparently reads everything) entreated her to please, PLEASE give Fifty Shades of Grey a try. And asked my opinions on the topic. I had to bite my tongue hard not to repeat my friend B's mistake and blurt out "but there is so much better porn out there!" I guess I can't really say that without having read the damn thing.
On a different topic: has this article by Lev Grossman on Time been linked here before? [link] It's a very sensible rebuttal to that New Yorker article that stated how genre fiction is inherently inferior to litfic.
Wow, I haven't seen most of those. Some drawings were included in the book Letters Home, which was letters to her mother, but only a handful. She was really good.
She was really good! I like that kind of work.
I'm kind of psyched. On Monday the 25, I get to babble about Elmore Leonard on Daily Kos for a whole page(The only thing better would be to get paid, but, alas, the checks from Soros remain mythical.) But now that I've gotten the Favorite Author slot, (And, yes, have already done several fawning "David Simon likes urban carrots" Treme diaries,) I thought I'd ask people here what y'all would say so it doesn't deteriorate into some Chris Farley "Remember 'Fire in The Hole?' That was AWESOME." fangirl deal. Although Fire in the Hole really is made of win and makes me cry out my unworthiness every time I reread it.
I know I'm not the only fan here.
I'm enjoying the Hell out of World War Z, but I could really live without the homophone typos. I've encountered 2 in the past 10 minutes (sight for site and routed for rooted). It bothers me.
What would happen if Louisa May Alcott had read 50 Shades of Grey and wrote her own erotic diary? [link]
Gag.
what if Jane Austen became a Sopranos fan?
(While we're asking nutsy questions...)
Tim is not a frequent book-reader. He faithfully reads his Make magazine when it arrives, and on occasion has read 1/3 of an ADD book.
A couple of years ago, on the drive home from the beach, we listened to the audiobook of the first Skulduggery Pleasant book, which he liked. But it didn't make him actually read the books that follow in the series.
This year, we listened to the second Skulduggery Pleasant book driving down to the beach, and listened to the third on the way home. Since the third ends on a bit of a cliffhanger ("What the fuck is the DEAL with portals???" Tim asked. "It's like Angel!"), when we got home, after less than a day had passed, he said, "I think I need to read the next book. Is that okay?"
He's halfway through it (Scapegrace just got zombiefied). WIN!
That's very cool!
Those books are so addictive and fast-paced.
