Book Idol

Today, I’m pleased to announce is the end of my yearly ‘book idol’. Once a year, I go all Simon Cowell on my keeper shelf. Have you moved me? Do I think of you? Do I get the urge to revisit the scenarios in this book? Are you even memorable at all?

If the answer’s no, the book goes off to the giveaway bag. If the answer’s yes, the book goes back on the shelf.

Of course…sigh…I have to admit, I do go all Paula Abdul over some of my books. They stay by author name alone and all those other questions are invalidated. Jude Devereaux, Lynsay Sands, Lynn Kurland, Suzanne Brockmann, Ann Marie Winston, Amy J Fetzer? Y’all get to stay. You’re safe from Simon Cowell-ing. And then there’s Johanna Lindsey. She’s safe, too. In fact, this is where I admit…I, well, I have three copies of one of her books, A Heart So Wild. Why? Geez, I have no idea. But I have two on my keeper shelf and one in my office. I don’t even know where they all came from. (Lindsey fans, one word: Chandos)

This is something I should tell you about authors… Books just show up. They do! (Really dear husband of mine, THEY DO!!!) They just appear, perhaps believing the home of a writer is a safe haven. To those migrating books, I issue this dire warning: Beware of Book Idol. I will find you and you will be purged.

This year, I found 71 impostors hidden amongst the keepers. And, now there’s room for more! More books…

8 thoughts on “Book Idol

  1. I didn't realize what a tough lady you are. I want to be like you when I grow up. I'm afraid I'd be too Paula Abdul if I tried. But then I get in rare moods where I'd be way worse than Simon. Is that possible???


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