1. Graceling—Kristin Cashore
2. Paper Towns—John Green
3. What I Saw and How I Lied—Judy Bundell
4. Danse Macabre—Stephen King
5. The Running Man–Stephen King
6. Rapunzel’s Revenge–Shannon and Dean Hale
7. Wintergirls–Laurie Halse Anderson
Polyvore was acting finicky this morning so that’s why there’s only six books pictured in the collage. Compared to the 13 books I read in April 2008, seven books is not going to break a world record.
April was a big month: I finished that manuscript that I’ve been tinkering with all the way back in November for NaNoWriMo. That’s a big step for me because I’ve been beginning and abandoning novels since I was thirteen. Now I can finally say “I wrote a novel.” But is it a good novel? Uh…there are a some parts with potential. Granted, the good parts are buried in a big steaming heap of sh–, well, let’s just say I’ve given birth to one ugly baby and it needs a drastic make-over. I’ve made some unintentionally hilarious mistakes–mistakes that I’ve called out in other books, mistakes that I swore I’ll never make in my own writing, but when the pressure was on, I subconsciously folded. Once made, these technical screw-ups are forever imprinted on my brain; I will never make the same mistake twice. Thank God, because the world does not need a book where the heroine’s boyfriend places his hand on her heart as a metaphorical wink wink, “He’s touching her heart, physically and emotionally!” I think I just vomited in my mouth and made Stephenie Meyer groan at the same time. As you can see, I’ve got months of muckraking through piles and piles of poop ahead of me. At the very least, I have a keen eye for separating the poop from the gold. That’s a start.
Finally, an aside to my aside. I’ve casually mentioned that I’ve been on this Wuthering Heights kick since watching the Masterpiece Theatre remake in Jan.
After some mad internet browsing, I discovered this 2002 BBC mini, Sparkhouse: a modern day reworking of Wuthering Heights with a female Heathcliff and male Cathy. All the themes of W.H. (obsessive love, unrequited love, a passion as tempestuous as the Yorkshire moors, yada yada yada) are intact.
But Sparkhouse has one additional draw for the ladies. This man: Richard Armitage. The sexiest man in Britian. He might be the other man in the Cathy/Heathcliff bizarre love triangle, but damn it if he doesn’t steal every scene!
Since Sparkhouse is uber British, you can’t buy it on Amazon USA (regional formatting not avaliable). Fortunately, some saintly fan has uploaded the entire mini on YouTube. If you are a W.H. fan or a Bronte fan or a period drama buff or an Armitage stalker, do yourself a favor: watch it and thank me later!