writing the best books I can write is what I set out to do in the first place. It doesn’t really matter what anyone else is doing. I’m only competing with myself.
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. My daughter bugged me and bugged and bugged me to read this book until finally I relented and bought the Kindle version and read it months later. Is it as good as my widely read, discriminating daughter insisted it was? Yes. Not only is…
It’s wonderful, isn’t it when an author can overcome a flaw here and there and present a successful book? Note to self: Must learn how to do that.
It’s only April 22nd. That means in one week, I read two books. Best Friends Forever by Jennifer Weiner and Bobbie Faye’s Very (very, very, very) Bad Day by Toni McGee Causey. I picked up Jennifer Weiner’s book first because I’ve read all of her books and I think I…
? And may I just say, being a best-seller does not always equate to being a great writer. What it means more often is you were the first with a mind-boggling and unique twist on an old idea. Because, as we all know, there are no new ideas.
I’ve had another brilliant idea to keep track of what I read when and I wish I’d started doing this years ago. I’m going to keep the little receipts the library issues when you take out books. They list the title and the withdrawal and due dates, though not the author’s name. At least I’ll be able to check if I think I’ve already read something.
Earlier in December I read How To Be Lost by Amanda Eyre Ward. I recommend it.
? I kept picking up Lisa Unger’s BLACK OUT. I’ve decided she’s bad for my writing career because I’m like FINALLY, a really good book. A book I don’t want to put down.