- Darragh McManus of The Guardian tells us "How Not to Title a Novel," focusing on the oh-so-generic titles that "literary fiction" seem be limited to recently.
- Do you hate Nicholas Sparks? If not, you should, because he's what we who pride ourselves on our extended vocabularies call a "douchebag."
- Though I'm all for reading to your kids, this story of a father who read to his daughter every single night until she left for college rubs me a little wrong for some reason. Maybe it's because it's in the "fashion" section of The New York Times?
- Apparently there was something about Ted Hughes. Four years after his wife, Sylvia Plath, committed suicide, his mistress, Assia Wevill, did the same.
- Oh, and speaking of Ted Hughes, he now "Joins Literary Greats at Poet's Corner." I can't wait to finally take my litnerd tour of London, by the way.
- Colorado spring snow storms got you down? Read the MST3K review of Diana Palmer's Iron Cowboy over at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books. It's long but freaking hilarious and definitely worth a read. My favorite part:
"You know what else people in Jacobsville can do? DANCE. Is a mutha-effing dance-off, y’all! The Caldwell’s are doing a spirited Paso Doble, but then the Grier’s challenge them to a Tango. I’m totally not kidding here, guys. In a previous book there was a dance battle to the Macarena. THE MACARENA. Only 10 years after the fad came and went too. That’s practically current, by Palmer’s standards!"