This is a weekly list meme hosted by the wonderful bloggers at The Broke and the Bookish. 

Welcome to the convention of book lovers. Today we are proud to present to you some of our favorite characters who share are love of the written word (also known as bookworms). 

Find out my picks and tell me yours on the original post.

So apparently the Hallmark channel has done a movie based on Joanne Fluke's Hannah Swenson series.  As with all movies made from books, some details don't make the transition.  For instance, frizzy-frumpy-red headed Hannah looks like this:

Uh. Ok.

And Hannah's mother looks like this

So yeah...ok.  I guess everyone in small town Minnesota looks like they walked off the set of Scandal.

So what does Hannah's knockout sister look like, then?  I'm guessing  this?

Have to go now, all the eye rolling has given me a migraine.

i love the literary discussion that happens every year during The Tournament of Books. there's no better literary conversation happening anywhere else on the internets right now. it's a complete time-suck, but so very worth it.

if you've never heard of this fantastic event, a brief description from the website:

Each weekday in March, two works of fiction will go head to head, with one of our 16 judges choosing one to move ahead in the brackets. Along the way, each judge reveals his or her biases and interests, any connections they have to the participating authors, and, most importantly, an elaborate explanation of how they decided between the two books.

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From the eight opening round matches to the four quarterfinal matches through the two semifinal matches, the original field of 16 competitors is whittled down to two books. However, before those books can enter the final, championship match, they must compete in the Zombie Round, which brings back two books that were eliminated during gameplay.

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The two books that emerge victorious from the Zombie Round enter the championship match, which is decided by all 16 judges plus an additional tiebreaker judge. Each judge picks their favorite of the two final books, and the book that receives the most votes takes home that year’s Rooster.

 

today's match-up was last year's literary juggernaut, All the Light We Can Not See versus the small, indie print Wittgenstein, Jr. i haven't read either (i have All the Light on my TBR shelf), but i've had so much fun reading the commentary about WWII books, and idle intellectuals that it doesn't even matter. you'll discover new books and have your opinions about the books you have read challenged and shaped. it's a book club of the highest order, and i wouldn't miss it for the world.

WELCOME TO "DIARY OF A BOOK LUSH," in which I tell you about the stories revolving around my experiences with certain books, which sometimes are more memorable than the book itself. NOT SO TODAY. Today I'll be talking about my experience with the seventh Harry Potter book. ((You can think of "Diary of a Book Lush" as me telling you stories about my reading experiences over a cup of coffee or the drink of your choice ;).))

And for your convenience, here is my attempt to write out everything from the video:

WELCOME TO "DIARY OF A BOOK LUSH," in which I tell you about the stories revolving around my experiences with certain books, which sometimes are more memorable than the book itself. NOT SO TODAY. TODAY I'll BE TALKING ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE WITH THE SEVENTH HARRY POTTER BOOK. Picture this: the summer before eleventh grade, I'm in connecticut for the first time with my best friend, Melissa, for an academic camp. As soon as I get there, I realize that I haven't pre-ordered a copy of the book and if I did, I wasn't home and wouldn't be for weeks. THE HORROR. Somehow I was going to hear spoilers and *AWKWARD FACE* But, luckily for us, we found a Barnes and Noble nearby. Walking in, my god, sometimes it's so easy to forget just how popular Harry Potter is. Basically it was well past one a.m. when we got our copies. I was determined to read through the night. I told Melissa that we should read in the lobby because we needed to stay up ALL NIGHT TO FINISH THIS MASSIVE BOOK AND WE COULD NOT BE TEMPTED TO SLEEP. I was twenty pages or so ahead of her in the first hour. She'd get to a point and chuckle and I'd ask what it was and laugh all over again at one of the twins's lines. It was glorious. Until Melissa said that she needed to get something from our room and would be right back. Then, an hour or two later, I'm past page 200 and wondering, wait, didn't she say that she'd be right back? I go up to our room. Three guesses as to what I find. I debated as to how I wanted to wake her up, but in the end I felt too guilty and wanted to continue reading. By the time I reached around page 500 and it was past 8 o'clock and nothing was keeping me awake but sheer will, oh, I no longer felt guilty. I threw m&ms at her until she woke up. "Whaa--?" "YOU LEFT ME TO READ THIS BY MYSELF---" Eventually she got up to read alongside me. She wasn't even halfway through when I finished around noon. That was when her mom came in and was like, "Do you girls want some Popeyes for lunch?" I came back stuffed and had my trophy nap. Our camp started the next day. Sometime that week I saw this girl sitting on a bench reading Harry Potter and I turned to Melissa and was like, "She's just like you. Noob." All right my fellow book lushes, let me know what your Harry Potter story was like! And if you haven't read Harry Potter yet, shame on you!