There's something about names and titles that my little soul loves. The best titler I know is Alexander McCall Smith. I could eat his titles, I love them so much.
- The Double Comfort Safari Club. "Double Comfort" - anything with that in the title, I like. Sign me up.
- Tea Time for the Traditionally Built. "Traditionally built" is how he describes full-bodied women. This makes me want to go become traditionally built. (A little peanut butter ice cream should do the trick.)
- The Unbearable Lightness of Scones. You had me at scones. But "unbearable lightness" makes me feel a clenching in my soul. It makes me want to eat scones to find what I'm missing in the universe. (Maybe with tea and some traditionally built women.)
- Blue Shoes and Happines. I want blue shoes! I also want happiness!
- Morality for Beautiful Girls. I'm so glad someone finally wrote a book that could address my ethical needs.
- The Finer Points of Sausage Dogs. If I had to marry someone solely based on one book title, I'd marry him. (Sorry, Mike, but you are way cuter than he is.)
There are many more, but I won't (continue to) bore you. His books are peopled with endearing characters and settings that make me want to move to 44 Scotland Street, Edinburgh or perhaps Gaborone, Botswana. Not much of great note happens in the books, and I admit that I sometimes get a bit bored. But if I were to write fiction, I would probably write in his vein...at more of a first-grade level of course. I'm beginning to sound like Catherine de Burgh in Pride and Prejudice, "If I had ever played the piano, I would have been a great proficient," so I'd better stop here.
(And, by the way, one should never eat cereal in bed while checking email, as I do every morning. This morning, the inevitable occurred, and a cup of cold milk washed over the motherboard. The computer won't start. With it is lost my manuscript of what would have, no doubt, been the great American novel. I'll go eat peanut butter ice cream instead.)