Best Book Cover Ever

The Circle Cover

The New York Times just published The Best Book Covers of 2015I haven’t seen this particular list in the past but it hoisted me out of my chair to look through every bookcase in the house (five to date) for my favorite cover. There were so many contenders. Colorless by Haruki Murakami for the peek-a-boo inserts? Collier’s Encyclopedia Yearbook Covering the Year 1968 for its foddy simplicity? In the end, I went with the The Circle by Dave Eggers because, well, it can’t be ignored, and there is a sort of imperial command, “Read it. Read it now.” What’s yours?

#donnatartt

Donna Tartt

On Instagram, I put in the hashtag #donnatartt not expecting the famously reclusive author herself but curious to see what came up. Almost 12,000 posts were tagged with her name. That’s something to shoot for.

OR, WHY YOU CAN’T BE NEIL GAIMAN

American Gods

A good perspective from Flash Fiction. Or as a dear friend used to say, “There’s always someone richer than you.”

NOTE: If you like writing one thing (novels in particular), woot. Don’t read this piece, even though it might help. You don’t want what I’m selling.

Envy is rife amongst writers. It’s the first stage of jealousy and rooted in daydreams. Few daydream about labor. We daydream about success as reward out of thin air. Example:

How awesome it is to be Neil Gaiman? Rock star of genre fiction, with more success than a dozen mid­listers combined and multiplied by his current stock of awards and accolades. He is rich, famous, does what he likes, and makes fun commencement speeches.

The trouble is, you can’t be Neil Gaiman…

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Great Firsts

 

Owenmeany

I came across this Buzzfeed article on Twitter (I know—social, social) and just had to share. It lists readers’ favorite sentences in literature. It led me to think about first lines; there are so many great ones. I’ll add one of my favorites here:

 

I’m doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice—not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.

 

John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

 

What’s yours?