Today I am thankful. I am thankful for the authors and books that inspire me. Books, and the authors who write them, have made me happy and sad and angry and afraid and fulfilled and understood and a little less alone. I am in awe of you.
So in honor of this, I am giving you the top ten contemporary authors I am thankful for (as hosted by The Broke and The Bookish). This in no way reflects their talent (though of course I think they’re talented), it solely reflects the way I feel about their work. I am limiting it to contemporary authors because I don’t know that anyone wants to read about my love for Charlotte Brontë, E. M. Forster, or Jane Austen again (although you’re still stuck with the top four).
- John Irving
- Richard Russo
- Stephen King
- Jeffrey Eugenides
- Ian McEwan
- Cormac McCarthy
- George R.R. Martin
- Joe R. Lansdale
- Donald Ray Pollack
- Tie: John Sandford/Elmore Leonard
- Honorable mention goes to the readers and commenters of this blog, it goes without saying that I am thankful to each and every one of you who take the time to read and comment.
Although I’ve always fancied myself a feminist (and an extremely liberal one at that), I cannot explain why my top ten lists are dominated by men. It is a mystery, though I have a few guesses. I feel like I should say (and it is true) that there are several contemporary women writers that I admire and enjoy, including, but not limited to: E. Annie Proulx, Margaret Atwood, Judy Blume, Alice Hoffman, A.S. Byatt, Isabelle Allende, J. K. Rowling, etc.
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