The end of 2006 is here. Seems like the perfect time for an eclectic final writing-related list. Not to be dramatic or anything…
1. Best title ever for a book: Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank by Celia Rivenbark. In addition to being a great title, they’re words packed with incredible wisdom.
2. Author name least likely to fit on a mass market paperback (and more difficult for people to “get” than my own): Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, author of Half of a Yellow Sun. The publisher says: “…a remarkable novel about moral responsibility, about the end of colonialism, about ethnic allegiances, about class and race-and the ways in which love can complicate them all. ” That’s all probably true. However, I’m most intrigued by the author’s name.
3. The bestselling “uplifting” tale I am least likely to ever read despite my addiction to Starbucks: For One More Day by Mitch Albom. Sorry. Just sounds too mushy. And, really, that’s quite a statement coming from me, the romance author.
4. The bestselling romance author I’m not reading in 2006…or likely to read in 2007 either: Laurell K. Hamilton. The two Anita Blake books I read killed the joy for me. Couldn’t connect no matter how many times I tried. [Note to Hamilton fangirls: don't bother writing me and telling me how wrong I am. We disagree. Mature humans sometimes do that. It's okay. Deal with it without whining or flamethrowing.]
5. The book on every Must Read list of 2006 that actually sounds good: The Road by Cormac McCarthy. I kind of love McCarthy’s work, so my support of The Road shouldn’t be a surprise. Publishers Weekly described it as a “postapocalyptic tour de force” and, frankly, I find that irresistible.
So, there you go. Now we can move on to 2007.
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