I try to read 52 books a year. This year I took a month off and still managed to read 63, but according to the NYT, I am not the best person to ask about books.
Their recent list of the 100 most notable books of 2008,
Last weekend I attended the Decatur Book Festival. For all the crazy fun and wonderfulness that weekend brought, you’d think I’d have a few pictures. I do. And something to say.
Of course I do.
I made this carrot cake for a recent dinner party, and though we were all full after a fabulous meal, most folks tried at least a slice and gave it the thumbs up.
Bringing the leftovers home,
Originally uploaded by Another Good Thing
My friend, Emily Giffin‘s new book is out.
Go buy it.
I went to her book launch last night and saw all the pretty people.
This is part love- part contest. I bid on a basket of books at a writer’s conference last Fall, all because THIS book was in it. I beat out a bunch of old ladies and a few beefy men and then I had to haul all 30 books home.
I am a whore for this literary magazine. Every time a new one arrives I DEVOUR it. It makes me think I am not nuts. It makes me want to be a better writer.
** re photo: see below
On Saturday, Hotlanta lived up to its name and coughed up a phlemy, humid day for the book festival. It felt like Decatur was trying out for the title “Best US version of Small European Village”
It’s BOOK FESTIVAL weekend and that means lots of words will be flung. I can barely contain myself. I’ll be pointing and snapping digitals and scribbling quotes and getting books signed. I’ll be like a geek at a D&D conference.
I recently finished the major overhaul of my manuscript, We’re Not Waving, We’re Drowning. It feels perfect this time.
Well, as perfect as it can feel until it gets edited by my pre-readers and then eventually an agent and a few more editors.
Men who read are sexy. As long as they are not reading self help books. Books can hold up plywood and make tables. They can boost the leg of a rickety table and kill large bugs. They can also allow you to abandon housework and lose yourself to reality.