Books to the Sky

Archive for August 2008

Gawker contemplates why kids read still read Catcher in the Rye. The question comes from an article in Good Magazine arguing that the novel is no longer relevant, edgy, or shocking.

I read it in high school. I don’t actually remember it that well; either it didn’t leave a lasting impression, or my budding feminist self was already growing tired of disaffected young male protagonists. What about you?


Spy novels featuring celebrity chefs?

Welcome back! And thus we begin the final true recap of this series. Caps to follow! Sunday is the weekend, which means it’s still the end of the week, right?? I had a major flash of Anita-vu today when I was packing up all my penguins to be shipped cross-county, and I’ve been fighting WordPress for awhile now, trying to get the look of this just right. It’s, um, better that it was.

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After a month or so off, writing an exceedingly silly fantasy parody epic for JulNoWriMo, I return with more Anita recap! This is the last book in the series I’ve actually read before; from here on it, they shall technically be Anita Blake caps, not recaps. I feel I should make a joke about hats and riotous masses of curls here, but it’s not quite coming to me.

Onward! Read the rest of this entry »

The Romance Writers of America conference is going on now, so the Today Show covered it in gently mocking tones, comparing romance novel readers to Sex and the City fans. I don’t know if this is a fair comparison.

Okay, brace yourselves. Next trend in publishing? Were-ducks.

Semi-homemade erotic romance.

Danielle Steel just published her 75th book! She says she still writes on an old typewriter and that critics are meanypants. (I’m paraphrasing.)

Classic YA novels get cover upgrades.

Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.
--Arnold Lobel

From the moment I picked up your book until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
--Groucho Marx

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