70 Books |
My name is Meagan and I love books, whiskey and all of you. This is the place where I chronicle reading 70 books a year. Book suggestion? Email me at meaganld@gmail.com |

#19: Wilson by Daniel Clowes
This is above and beyond the funniest graphic novel I’ve ever read. Every time I don’t think I could love Daniel Clowes more, he tops himself. Wilson is such an eccentric and hilarious character and now sits along side Enid as my favorite Clowes characters. Every page of this book made me laugh. Brilliant.

#14: McSweeney’s Mammoth Treasury of Thrilling Tales: Edited by Michael Chabon
Shockingly enough, I didn’t really enjoy this anthology of “thrilling” tales. They were not the least bit thrilling. I honestly don’t understand why I didn’t love this. The perfect recipe was there: published by McSweeney’s, incredible writers like Aimee Bender, Dave Eggers and Neil Gaiman, and kick ass artwork meant to look like a vintage comic book. But I literally did not enjoy a single story of the 20 included. Maybe I am dead inside.

#52: One Hundred Demons! by Lynda Barry
“Lynda Barry has no peer…we’re approaching a word not commonly used when talking about cartoons: oeuvre.” - Dave Eggers

#37: Lucky by Gabrielle Bell
Made up of a lot of small, quiet moments in Bell’s daily life. Best read stretched out on the floor, thankful for your air conditioning and comic books.
Thank all that is holy for Daniel Clowes, Ghost World, and all things awesome.

#18: Sleepwalk by Adrian Tomine
Adrian Tomine is one of my favorite graphic novelists of all time and when I finish one of his stories I always find myself thinking, “Damn…I wish I could live inside his sketchbook.”
I just saw an ad for the Couple app (after watching Bare on YouTube for the 837th time) and I was going to link it as a joke and my mind just went...
I have a vagina and a good sense of humor and my iPod is full of good music like what else DO YOU WANT
I’ve started reading fiction again after a six-year boycott as an English Lit burnout. Turns out, I didn’t really like four...
If I can’t feel anything good I’d rather not feel anything at all
i think i’d rather poke my own eyeballs out and eat them than have to read another gossip girl book ever again. :D
The worst book you’ve read in the last year.
I reeeally wasn’t crazy about ‘Shiver’ by Maggie Stiefvater. I don’t...
As soon as Matt gets out of bed all of his pillows become mine.
or am i too scarred?