Whenever I ask my brother, an insane book-devourer, for reading recommendations, the conversation inevitably goes something like this:
Me: I need a light, feel-good, happy-ending, romancy kind of book. Can you recommend something Jane Austiny?
Jeff: War and Peace?
Me: Something light.
Jeff: Les Miserables?
Me: Did you understand the criteria?
Me: Because you’re just naming books that you love.
Jeff: Yes, and you should totally read them.
Me: Never mind.
I recently finished reading Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, by Susan Cain. Highly recommended reading for introverts (or extroverts, come to think of it). I’ve totally done the hiding in the bathroom stall thing before a signing. Not the Baileys, though—that usually comes after.
Next on the reading list, I decided if not romance, I at least need a dose of humor. So I picked up the first four chapters of John Scalzi’s Redshirts free on Nook to try it out, although everyone and their brother is recommending it on Twitter, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be buying the rest. I also picked up Jenny Lawson’s (in her words, “mostly true”) memoir, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, because I think her blog is absolutely hilarious, and I love rambling parentheticals too. Sooo much.
Oh, and if you have any light, romancy, humorous, happy-ending types of books to recommend to me (that are not War and Peace or Les Miserables) let me know.