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Top Ten Tuesday: Top Ten Authors You Own The Most Books Of


Top Ten Tuesday is an original feature/meme hosted by The Broke and the Bookish. I am aware that it’s Thursday. I was inspired by sporadic book blogger Brie at A Slice of Brie.

The topic at hand is Top Ten Authors We Own The Most Books Of, which is making me twitchy even though I know ending a sentence with a preposition isn’t necessarily bad, and anyway, it’s a title, not a sentence.

I had a guess going into this, and a quick inventory of my physical bookshelves confirmed it: David Adams Richards is the winner!


 1. David Adams Richards (8): Crimes Against My Brothers, Mercy Among the Children, River of the Brokenhearted, Friends of Meager Fortune, The Lost Highway, and Nights Below Station Street. Not pictured, but pretty sure they are kicking around: The Bay of Love and Sorrows and Evening Snow Will Bring Such Peace.

The guy has a way with titles. I went through a major DAR phase in the early aughts. Mercy is my favourite, but they’re all good. He keeps churning out a book a year, so I don’t know if I’ll ever catch up and read them all.

2. Douglas Coupland (6): Hey Nostradamus!, All Families are Psychotic, Miss Wyoming, Girlfriend in a Coma, Generation X, Eleanor Rigby

I haven’t read Eleanor Rigby yet and a couple of these are misplaced, so there’s still some work to do. If you have my copy of Generation X, please let me know!

3-6. Then there are a bunch with 4 titles each:

  • Margaret Atwood: Oryx and Crake, The Year of the Flood, Maddaddam, Cat’s Eye
  • Jane Austen: Pride and Prejudice, Mansfield Park, Sense and Sensibility, Emma (I do “own” the other two, but they were Kobo freebies.)
  • Emma Donoghue: Room, Slammerkin, Astray, Frog Music
  • John Irving: The World According to Garp, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The Hotel New Hampshire,  A Widow for One Year (another collection I’d like to add to)

I don’t think 2 or 3 books really counts so I’ll stop.

I’m not much of a completist! I was surprised not to see Irvine Welsh or Edith Wharton (I apparently don’t own The Age of Innocence, which is not okay.) I’m pretty relieved not to see anything embarrassing; sorry Brie (I only own two Sophie Kinsellas, thankyouverymuch.)

So? Who’s the most popular on your book shelf?

Top Ten Tuesday: Top Ten Books At The Top Of My Summer TBR List


Top Ten Tuesday is an original feature/meme hosted by The Broke and the Bookish. I am aware that it’s Wednesday. Also, the likelihood that I will read 10 books over the summer is zero, so I am breaking my top ten into top five summer TBR and top 5 summer reads… that I’ve already read. Okay? I’m doing my own thing. Damn the man.

Top Five Books at the Top of my Summer TBR: 

Blood & Beauty Sarah Dunant1. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen because I am joining #AusteninAugust hosted by the wonderful Room Beam Reader!

2. Bumped by Megan McCafferty because I haven’t read any YA since TFioS and because it’s about teen pregnancy but doesn’t sound horrible like Teen Mom etc.

3. Dance, Gladys, Dance by Cassie Stocks because she’s local, she’s a Leacock medal winner, and I have a signed copy just waiting for me.

4. Dear Life: Stories by Alice Munro because it’s Alice Munro.

5. Blood & Beauty by Sarah Dunant because great historical fiction is so escapist.

Top Five Books I’ve Read on a Beach, Real or Metaphorical

The_Rum_Diary1. The Rum Diary by Hunter S. Thompson. Read on my honeymoon in Mexico. I was picturing Johnny Depp even though I read this before the movie came out.  Read it on the beach, or at least have a mojito going.

2. Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Read in Radium, BC, during one of my first vacations with my husband (then boyfriend.) I was definitely in the mood for romance!

3. Flowers in the Attic by VC Andrews. Read on New River Beach, Saint John. Bless my parents for letting me read this as a preteen.

4. Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt. Read while laying on the grass in my ex-boyfriend’s front yard in Beaumont, AB. Okay, clearly not the beach, but this was in the year 2000 (/creepy Conan voice) and I still remember how beautiful it was outside, maybe because it was such a stark contrast to dirty, cold, damp Limerick.

5. Rachel’s Holiday by Marian Keyes. Read on a plane. Marian Keyes is lumped into the same category as Sophie Kinsella (psst – go enter this giveaway if you’re a Kinsella fan!) et al, but I find Keyes much grittier and much more adept at tackling issues like abuse and addiction. Rachel’s Holiday was surprising and dark and fun.

What are you reading this summer?



Top Ten Tuesday: Bookish Confessions


Top Ten Tuesday is an original feature/meme hosted by The Broke and the Bookish. I am inspired by Eat Books and the many others who participated today. I’m going to try to slip under the wire here, as there are only about 30 mins left of Tuesday!

1. I used to steal my mom’s Harlequin Romances and secretly read them. I was so scandalized! I’m glad 50 Shades wasn’t around in the 90s.

2. I don’t have much attachment to my books. I mostly read library books, but even the ones that I do own, I wouldn’t care if someone borrowed and didn’t return, or spilled something. I feel like the words are still “out there,” so the physical copy that I own doesn’t matter too much.

3. I am HARD on my books. I put glasses of water on top of them. I break bindings. I fold pages. They fall down the side of my bed and get squished. This sort of goes hand in hand with #2.

4. I’ve never listened to an audio book.

5. I resist reading anything that’s too popular (see my post Book Snob.) Sometimes I break down and enjoy myself (The Help) and sometimes want to poke my eyes out (The DaVinci Code.)

6. I read in the bathroom. I have a drawer that always has a few books. Growing up, we always had books of quotations in our bathroom, and so did my grandparents. I kind of want to buy one for this purpose, even though those books must be pretty archaic, as I gather everyone gets their inspirational quotes from Pintrest these days.

7. I didn’t read for six months after my first son was born. I think it was a symptom of postpartum depression. Thinking back, I have no idea how I didn’t read for that long.

8. I judge people who don’t read. I’m sure this surprises no one.

9. My husband was a non-reader for a long time. He’s set a goal of a book per month this year, but he’s reading mostly non-fiction. I do not get how anyone can no read fiction. Gah!!

10. I’m reading about ten pages per day, due to wild children and sleep deprivation. It kills me, because it’s really hard to keep a story straight at this pace, but it’s what I can do for now. I cannot wait until I can read like a normal person again.

Okay, this was far too easy. I could probably write 10 more. Anyone else want to share?