Nov 19, 2009 17:12
In the London Times, they posted the top 100 books of the decade. I was curious to see which of them I'd read. Since they rarely put any genre books on those lists, I figured I'd probably have read 2 of the books listed. I was wrong. I'd read 3. Go me! And there were actually other books by authors I still want to read, like Zadie Smith and Salman Rushdie and Ian Rankin. Stuff that makes sense, you know?
But, much to my horror, one of the books listed was...you guessed it. Twilight. I shit you not. I just can't get away from this fucking thing! I actually did a double take. Then I went back to the start of the article--I thought maybe I'd read it wrong. Maybe it was "favourite 100 books of the decade" or "most popular 100" or "whiniest and most melodramatic books of the decade." Nope. Top 100 Best Books of the Decade.
I...just...there are no words. And you know, you can usually rely on the British to have some sense in these matters.
You know what else was on there? The Da Vinci Code. I feel like I have received twin-kickboxers-separated-at-birth blows to the sternum. Call me, JCVD, I need a muscle rub and a hot toddy.
On the bright side, I am getting to see Stephen King tonight, so not all is lost.
p.s. Why is the emoticon for "shocked" a happy face? Weird.