Best Reads of 2011!

It’s time for the BEST READS OF THE YEAR awards! Please note that these books were not necessarily published in 2011; older books are also eligible, as long as I read them for the first time this year. Books are listed in no particular order.

Best YA fiction:
Everybody Sees the Ants, by A.S. King
Please Ignore Vera Dietz, also by A.S. King (I couldn’t decide which I liked better…)
How to Save a Life, by Sara Zarr
Girl of Fire and Thorns, by Rae Carson
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Alison’s 2011 Book Stats (aka The Dorkiest Post You’ll Ever Read)

I am not an organized person. I don’t save my receipts. Pants and dresses and sweaters are all mixed together in my closet. My credit card statements from the last seven years are piled haphazardly in a drawer because I still haven’t managed to buy a shredder. My Scotch tape lives in the silverware drawer. The lint roller refills are with the wine. The spare light bulbs are in the same cabinet as the oatmeal. Though I know where everything is, let’s just say it’s probably good that I live alone. [Read more…]

A world of nonsense

Sometimes I feel as if I move through the world in a state of constant bafflement. I encounter so many things on a daily basis that make me think, Who the hell thought this up, and why didn’t someone immediately say, “This makes no sense, let’s think of another method”? When I point these things out, people look at me like I’m crazy and inform me that “this is just how things are.” But I maintain that I’m the sane one, and the following things are completely crazy. [Read more…]

The weepy reader

I am an incredibly weepy television watcher. I don’t just cry over shows that are actually sad, like Six Feet Under. (I fully admit to going through half a box of tissues during the last five minutes of the finale. Who’s with me?) I cry over My So-Called Life. I get teary over The West Wing. I have, on multiple occasions, full-on cried over So You Think You Can Dance. I used to cry over Glee, which I didn’t even like. (Please don’t judge me.) [Read more…]

The hidden inbox

The other day, a friend alerted me that my Facebook account had a second, hidden inbox. (You can find yours by clicking on “Messages” and then on “Other.”) She told me she’d discovered lots of personal messages in her hidden inbox and urged me to make sure there wasn’t anything important in mine. [Read more…]

The Awkward Communication Parabola

I am ridiculously bad at schmoozing. My tolerance for awkwardness is approximately zero, and if there’s even the slightest hint of it in the air, my brain stem starts yelling things like, “PANIC PANIC GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT,” causing me to turn bright red and start stumbling over my own tongue. Then I have to go hide in the bathroom and send text messages like “OMFG HELP ME” to people across the country who can’t possibly do anything to help me until eventually, my body temperature returns to normal. [Read more…]


Disclaimer: I don’t usually go on rants. But I’m about to go on one now. You have been warned.

Though I’m not always successful, I try really hard not to be judgmental about what books people like. In most cases, even if I don’t like a book personally, I can understand the appeal it might have for someone else. [Read more…]