But OH the Shame!

[grammarwoman]

seperis, pundit vixen that she is, pointed out brown_betty's Oh My God, I Can See Your Id!, a discussion of books "where an author appears to be exposing her id, and doesn't know it."

Most of my favorite authors from my pre-adolescent through teen years are mentioned in the comments, from Anne McCaffrey and Mercedes Lackey to David Eddings and Robert Heinlein, with special mentions of Marion Zimmer Bradley and other fixtures.

I was already feeling embarrassed by some of those just by the way they have not aged well at all, or that I have. Now I don't even know if there will be anything left in our library to steer the Emperor towards the Good Stuff. "Um, well, there's Jim Butcher and Glen Cook and Kage Baker and...Crap. Lemme get back to you."

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[grammarwoman]

I had the exact same reaction to the Polgara comment - I like making things by hand.

At some level I just have to laugh, because my parents had no clue what I was reading, let alone knew enough to hand me books. (I had an appetite for books like army ants for land - if it was in my path, I'd consume it.)