During the day-ful month of March, as men and bars glom onto basketball like it’s the second coming of Michael Jordan, the more discerning romance readership lift their elegant pince-nez, peruse their meticulously organized 2008 reading lists, and in hushed, twittering voices consider….
DABWAHA!!!!!
Dear Author Bitchery Writing Award for Hellagood Authors.
“ARE YOU READY TO RUM-BULLLLLL!!!!!!”
Tap. Tap. Tap. Ahem.
“Ladies, please.”
“As we were saying, the contest is a list of 64 books, going in head-to-heat match-ups to find the best of the best, the most awsomest trifle in the delectable feast that is romance. “
“SPYMASTER’S LADY IS GOING TO KICK-ASS”
“Down, Ms. Bourne. Down.”
“You think you’ve got the stuff? Do you? DO YOU? When you’ve been in this biz for a quarter of the century and John Grisham quakes, *quakes* when you’re out in the same month, then you can talk about ass-kicking. Until then, little girl, unless you want me to unleash my ultra-Rourke-2000 taser-stun on those pristine little pink knickers—“
BAM. BAM. “Ms. Roberts. I think we have the idea. You may sit….. Sit!”
“I think the series books should be handicapped.”
“In this contest, all books with disabilities are welcomed.”
“No. I mean, the series books. They don’t have a shot. Look at the brackets! It’s David. And the historical Goliath – on steroids. Mark McGuire doesn’t have a neck that thick.”
“Are we speaking about the paranormals, Ms. O’Reilly? I’m not following this conversation.”
“We’re going to get pulverized.”
“There will be no pulverization in this contest. We have a firm set of rules to keep the contest happy and conflict-free. In the romance community, there are no Neanderthals…”
“Unless it’s the Hunger Games. Then we’ll be EATING the dead contestants. For snack. You getting this — Bitch.”
“I’m shutting up.” Burying head in hands, Lori Borrill provides a comforting pat.
“Now, isn’t this nice. I knew we’d have a cheery afternoon. Tea will be served in the great hall and the knitting group will organize in the solarium. We have some lovely, lovely yarn to work with. I picked it out myself. Our project is a….*giggle* cap.”
“Ms. Hart, please pull apart Ms. Cole and Ms. Showalter. We will have no hair-pulling in this venture.”
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Another fun-filled day in the DABWAHA. If you want to join in the book-picking smackdown, go and register from now until March 16th. Go to “TOURNAMENT,” “ENTER YOUR PICKS,” and if you haven’t registered yet, create an OnlineID, enter your email address, click “New,” and then start picking the winners of each match. The generous ladies of DearAuthor and Smart Bitches will be giving away loads of prizes to the ones who have the winningest predictions. Voting in the head-to-head match-ups start on March 19th, and ahem, when series-nominated, Kathleen O’Reilly’s Shaken and Stirred is up to battle, you will be notified accordingly.