Tamar by Mal Peet. Officially a YA novel but I disagree, it's absolutely brilliant. Won the Carnegie medal.
Atonement and Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan. That man is just a literary feast. I was almost sad when Atonement ended, it's such a beautiful book. I'd read anything by him now.
I'm actually bored by Jodi Picoult now. Her books are so similar that I've grown restless reading them. There's a new one coming out soon, I got an advanced reader's copy from my brother's ex's mom who owns a bookstore. Didn't even get a quarter-way through it because I got bored.
Occasionally I re-read Bill Bryson because the man is brilliant and writes the books you don't read in public because you'll laugh too hard.
I gotta admit this-I'm sort of a book snob. I cannot bring myself to buy any trashy chick lit, be seen reading it, be seen considering it, any of it. Well that and the blatant consumerism in the Shopaholic series sickens me, but yeah...uh...I can't bring myself to read the popular fiction like that. Sometimes I steal other people's books instead. I read so fast they can have it back in a day. It's all formulaic anyway. Woman, late 20s, bad dating life, works in publishing or marketing, neurotic about shopping/weight/food/alcohol or all four, meets guy, he's the boss, gets promotion, falls in love, solves major conflict, the end. Boom, I just wrote some chick-lit. 30 second novel.
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I'll take trainwreck for 100 Alex.
And Jesus speaketh, "do unto others as they did unto you because the bitches deserve it".
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