“I’d take the awe of understanding over the awe of ignorance any day.”
- Wool – Hugh Howey. Terrific book, but really a very strange title.
- Catching Fire – Suzanne Collins. What, you couldn’t think of a more poetic title? Catching Fire sounds like something a five-year-old would come up with.
- The Salmon of Doubt – Douglas Adams. Just because…salmon…and doubt…there’s just something inherently amusing about salmon.
- The Full Cupboard of Life – Alexander McCall Smith. What does this title even mean? Why?
- Robot Dreams – Isaac Asimov. Tee hee. Because robots don’t have dreams.
- Man vs. Beast – Robert Muchamore. It sounds like one of those third-rate summer blockbuster films that are inevitably full of explosions and smashing people in the face, without any actual plot to explain why.
- The Incredible Journey – Sheila Burnford. If it’s unbelievable, why bother telling the story?
- Wicked Lovely – Melissa Marr. This title does not tell me anything about the book. It’s just two adjectives floating around all on their lonesome.
- Private Peaceful – Michael Morpurgo. Just a contradiction in terms, really.
- High Society – Ben Elton. High society…it’s about drugs…as in, high society…geddit?
(The theme for this list was suggested by The Broke and the Bookish’s meme Top Ten Tuesday.)