Shelf Awareness, this little gem from Uncle Stevie (uh, Stephen King) about finding a book about "how kids really are" in the adult fiction section of his local bookmobile when he was a wee lad. This brought home for me how far the whole concept of "young adult fiction" has truly come. I'm firmly in the Gen-X camp, so I'm hardly ready for a walker and bingo nights yet, but even my choices were limited to Nancy Drew, Sweet Valley High (seriously, just shoot me), and those tragic teen "romances" where the heroine has some mysterious illness and the popular jock-strap who falls in love with her holds her hand and cries copious tears as she lies on her death bed.
Seriously, dang kids don't know how good they have it these days. And yes, I did walk five miles to school, up hill, both ways, in blinding snow storms, with no shoes. Why do you ask?
From the Huffington Post, the 15 Most Ridiculous Book Titles Ever. Be Bold With Bananas? Uh, OK then.
Go The F To Sleep. This would be another perfect example of how much I deplore "hype."
Basically it's about a parent who is annoyed that their precious snowflake won't go to sleep and the F Bomb is dropped on every single page.
Yeah, I don't get it people.
Now the reason I don't "get" it might have everything to do with the fact that I have a Gone Fishin' sign hanging over my ovaries. Or maybe I just didn't think it was all that funny. Or maybe I just expected something "more" after reading all the frackin' hype about this stupid book all over the Internet.
Or maybe I'm just bitter that I didn't think of it first and it's not me currently rolling around naked in a giant pile of money?
Let's go with that last one.
Obsessed: Erotic Romance For Woman, an anthology from Cleis Press edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. I agreed to review this one on the basis that I like shorts and Portia Da Costa contributed a story. I haven't actually read any of these stories yet (lunch break, today), but I did get through Caridad Pineiro's introduction last night before bed, and she wrote something that really struck me:
"Daring women are present in each story of this anthology. They are daring because each of them is wiling to explore their needs and find ways to satisfy them. They are women who are up to the challenge and open to new possibilities."Yeah, that. That right there is the reason I fell in love with erotica so hard, and so fast, shortly after rediscovering the romance genre. Back when the idea of "erotic romance" was so new that the very formation of the Kensington Brava line (and later Harlequin Blaze) was seen as the downfall of the genre as a whole, and sure to bring certain ruin upon all of our heads.
And while some were throwing themselves in the streets, wailing and pulling out their hair - the whole time I had to resist the urge to drink wine straight from the bottle and dance naked around a bonfire. If even half of these stories hit me the same way that snippet of the introduction did, oh happy day indeed.