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So, eventually, when I post about it, one of my resolutions is to read at least 50 books in 2007. Here’s the list from which I will choose said 50 books. Feel free to suggest more*…

In no particular order:

1. We Thought You Would Be Prettier: True Tales of the Dorkiest Girl Alive by Laurie Notaro
2. An Idiot Girl’s Christmas: True Tales from the Top of the Naughty List by Laurie Notaro
3. But Enough About Me: A Jersey Girl’s Unlikely Adventures Among the Absurdly Famous by Jancee Dunn
4. Bitter is the New Black: OMG I have the longest subtitle ever** by Jen Lancaster
5. Blood Done Sign My Name by Tim Tyson
6. The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell
7. Blink by Malcolm Gladwell
8. Talk Talk by T.C. Boyle
9. Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl
10. St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves by Karen Russell
11. The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova
12. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
13. Digging to America by Anne Tyler
14. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
15. The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
16. Fortunate Son by Walter Mosley
17. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
18. March by Geraldine Brooks
19. The Life All Around Me by Ellen Foster by Kaye Gibbons
20. Prep by Curtis Sittenfeld
21. Brief Encounters with Che Guevara by Ben Fountain
22. Snow by Orhan Pamuk
23. Freddy and Fredericka by Mark Helprin
24. House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
25. The Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama
26. The Know-it-all by A.J. Jacobs
27. The Annunciation by Ellen Gilchrist
28. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
29. The Last Day the Dogbushes Bloomed by Lee Smith
30. Net of Jewels by Ellen Gilchrist
31. The Areas of My Expertise by John Hodgman
32. Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin
33. Profiles in Courage by John F. Kennedy
34. Savage Inequalities by Jonathan Kozol (re-read)
35. Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human by Harold Bloom
36. Covenant by Naomi Ragen
37. Kiffe Kiffe Tomorrow by Faize Guene
38. I Know You’re Out There by Michael Beaumier
39. The Solace of Leaving Early by Haven Kimmel
40. Truth: Four Stories I Am Finally Old Enough to Tell by Ellen Douglas

I will continue to add and update here as necessary. Obviously, I’ve got a long way to go! 🙂

*Please don’t be hurt if I don’t add your suggestion to the list. If I’ve already read it, or if I’ve already read something by that author and hated it, then I probably won’t add it. (FYI, I truly abhor Nicholas Sparks and Jodi Picoult.)

**Obviously, not the actual subtitle. 🙂 Ok, screw the subtitles unless they’re actually necessary from here on out.

bold=currently reading
link=finished, and the link leads to my book journal entry for that book

Remember October?  Remember this?  Oh, I was so hopeful, so full of promise and energy.  I was going to write 50,000 words and make a zillion holiday crafts and finish my Christmas shopping all early and organize my house and start keeping up with this here blog and garden and conquer the world and become a celebutante and and and.  Well, today’s December 19, and tomorrow I go on vacation for the holidays.  So what happened in the intervening days?

Well, for starters, I didn’t get anywhere close to 50,000 words.  I just barely cleared 10,000.  I know it’s a start, but I didn’t finish.  And you don’t “win” NaNoWriMo unless you hit the big 50K.  Some of my writerly friends are fond of cooing at me, “Oh, but you tried!  And that’s what’s important!”  Ok, friends.  This is not the Special Olympics*.  The goal was not to try, it was to do (or do not–which I did).  There’s nothing wrong with saying that I failed to meet my goal.  It doesn’t mean that you’re calling me a failure.  The important part is figuring out why I didn’t finish, and what that means for my participation (or non-participation) next year.  There are a million tiny, annoying reasons (like the ginormous scary virus that hit my office network on Halloween, and for the next two weeks made me so weary of dealing with technology that I couldn’t bear to pick up my laptop at home?) (or how about that car accident I was in on November 8?) (I could keep going.) (but that would be lame.), but really, it all boils down to the fact that I did not make NaNoWriMo a priority.  And I will probably never be able to.  See, I love the holidays, and I love making holiday crafts and baking and cleaning my house so that it’s ready for Santa (because Santa does not bring presents to little girls who have messy apartments).  And I like to start early, which I did, and therefore, I neglected NaNoWriMo.  I did not acheive the goal that I set for myself.  It’s ok.  I failed, but it does not define me.  Of course, the result is that I am now in the midst of not one, but two novels.  I like both of them, and I think that means I have to finish both of them.  Sigh.

Ok, and then there’s the blogging I was supposed to do.  Also (sort of) a victim of the holiday rush.  I actually have about a half-dozen, half-written posts.  One is on this whole big mess and I keep getting bogged down in it.  I truly intend to finish it and post it before New Year’s, because I can’t stand the thought that it will continue to hang over my head as we begin 2007.  I also have others, like the one about how my friend M is forcing** me to go on Match.com with her.  That will probably wait until the new year.  Oh, and then there are the resolutions, which include BLOG MORE!*** and READ 50 BOOKS!****  So yes, I am sticking around here.  And I promise I’ll work harder to keep up.  Maybe even make writing a daily thing, like I’m supposed to.

What else happened?  I participated in a kick-ass ornament swap, and I keep meaning to post pictures of all the awesome ornaments I got (and the ones I made).  I helped my mom make Christmas stockings for me and my kittenface.  My house is pretty freaking clean, and I even had a holiday party (we played Cranium…  OMG, I am a huge dorkus).  So really, fall was not a total loss.  I am really looking forward to the winter.  I’ve got big plans, y’all.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.  And Happy Chanukah to all, too!

*Please don’t get offended.  I didn’t mean this in a disparaging way, though reading back over the post, I can see how someone might take that.  The goal of SO is to get people to try to do things they think they can’t.  Therefore, just participating is admirable.  That’s not the case with NaNoWriMo, is all I’m trying to say.

**She made me set a date (January 7) and keeps telling all our other friends about it.  And she also keeps saying, “OMG, I can’t believe the lame messages I get from guys.  I can’t wait until you’re on it.”  She sells it so well, no?  She’s also quite adept at manipulating me into doing things, like playing on the fear that everyone will think I’m a chicken if I don’t follow through…

***Well, we saw how well that turned out last time.

****Funny story:  I told my dad that I was shooting for reading 50 books in 2007.  I though this was pretty awesome, as it’s slightly less than 1 per week.  (I was going to go with 52, but thought it might discourage me from reading really good non-fiction because I can’t speed through those as well.)  His response?  “Oh, that’s great sweetie.  I’m about to hit 70 this year, and it will be the fourth time I’ve done that since I started keeping track in 1990.”  Gee, thanks, Daddy!  Way to make me feel like sh*t!

I usually start my day at work by reading the NY Times headlines, which I receive by email every morning. Actually, I skim the headlines, because hey, I’m at work, and I should actually be doing work and keep up with current events on my own time. Anyway, this morning, I received my daily dose of the NYT, and it arrived with this heading:

Daily Headlines: The Consensus on Iraq: Nobody& #180;s Leaving Right Now

It’s just a little mistake in the code (though I have to say it’s embarrassing how often that happens), no big deal, right? Unless you’re speed-reading, in which case, it looks like this:

Daily Headlines: The Consensus on Iraq: Nobody’s #@$% Leaving Right Now, or in translation, Nobody’s Fucking Leaving Right Now.

Which might be closer to the truth.