An Honest Admission

For the purposes of full disclosure I am adding all the books I read to the 2007 list. Last year’s one lacks the 25 or so books of utter crap I was too embarrassed to actually put on the list.

Apparently I have no shame on the internet. Case in point: diabetic jam will give you the shits.

Navel Gazing Alert

I’ve been reading through the archives of Miss Snark and now I really want to start writing. The problem of course is that I have no idea how to write a novel. I have a bunch of ideas and random bits of dialogue running around my head all the time (I think this is perfectly normal but if it’s not I really don’t want to know) but how that translates to a plot and characterisation is beyond me. A writing course is the obvious answer but what if I truly suck at it?

Supposedly, writing begets more writing and must be honed like any other craft. This means I will have to set myself some assignments and use this here handy blog to find my way.

You have been warned.

And So It Begins

I thought I’d jump on the back of Doppelganger’s Book list idea from 50 Books.

So without further ado my list of Books a Man Has Given Me That Made Me Swear NEVER to Go on Another Date with Him EVER Again.

• Any of the Da Vinci Code type best sellers – This is not literature, I’m glad that you’re reading but don’t tell me this is the best book evah.
• Catcher in the Rye – If you are anything like Holden Caulfield I will kick your whiny, entitled arse.
• On the Road – If Kerouac is your hero I’m worried about your ability to pay for dinner.
• Any religious propaganda – I enjoy a well written discourse on any subject but don’t try and convince me the fossil record is made up. Just don’t.
• Chicken Soup books – You obviously know nothing about me. Please leave.

Wow, apparently my snobbery isn’t as wide spread as I thought. Or maybe it’s just been so long since I’ve been on a date.