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Summer Good Reads
Posted by Jessica on August 06, 2013 603238

What makes for good vacation reading? According to our 20 million members, this summer it's pirates, sexspionage, historical intrigue, plenty of romance, and most importantly, fantastic writing! These seven warm-weather reads have achieved that coveted 4.0 average rating—and garnered dazzling reviews to back up those high marks. So get reading! And tell us, what vacation books are you devouring this summer?

A Hundred Summers
by Beatriz Williams (Goodreads Author)
4.01 average rating

Ah, young love! So giddy and so doomed. In this juicy beach read, two New York socialites summer in 1930s Rhode Island and get romantically entangled with the same handsome boy. Goodreads member Amy says, "Filled with scandal, deception, and family secrets, A Hundred Summers is the perfect novel to get lost in on a summer's day...a captivating and unforgettable read."


Red Sparrow
by Jason Matthews
4.03 average rating

Learn the secrets of "sexpionage" as a trained seductress circles her prey, a young American spy. Penned by a former CIA officer, this globe-trotting thriller zigzags across Moscow, Helsinki, Rome, and Athens. Goodreads member Paul says, "Excellent, one of the best spy novels I have read in a long, long time...there is not one dull moment in the entire book."


Cinnamon and Gunpowder
by Eli Brown (Goodreads Author)
4.06 average rating

Pirates mixed with fine dining on the high seas? Goodreads reviewers relish this swashbuckling romp about a cunning pirate queen who kidnaps a chef and demands that he prepare gourmet meals onboard her ship—or walk the plank! Goodreads member Annie says, "I lost an entire day to this darn book; it was so fun, suspenseful, and even enlightening...battle scenes galore, dastardly bad guys, dastardly good guys, and great food—what more could you possibly want?"


The Firebird
by Susanna Kearsley (Goodreads Author)
4.20 average rating

Readers love this romantic novel that mixes history and art with a hint of fantasy. It follows Nicola Marter, a Russian art expert who carefully hides her special talent—when she touches an object, she can see its past—as she investigates the origin of a wooden carving that may have belonged to Empress Catherine. Goodreads member Katherine says, "Kearsley writes in lovely, lilting prose...from first page to last, The Firebird is a sensual, richly imagined tale."


Lexicon
by Max Barry (Goodreads Author)
4.06 average rating

Nothing is more powerful or dangerous than words in this riveting thriller about a secret society that trains "poets" to use language to control people, literally. Emily, an oprhaned street hustler recruited by the poets, and Wil, the lone survivor of a catastrophic event that erased his memory, may be the only two who can save mankind. Jaclyn says, "Lexicon is thinky, and tricky, and darkly funny. Read it to get a taste of what sci-fi can be and should be more often."


The Universe Versus Alex Woods
by Gavin Extence
4.10 average rating

This quirky novel follows the coming of age of bookish bully-target Alex Woods, who is a bit of a celebrity since being struck by a meteorite as a child. He goes on an unlikely adventure with a crotchety Vonnegut-reading Vietnam vet. Goodreads member Marleen says, "Thought-provoking...and original, this is the best book I've read so far this year...it is nothing short of brilliant."


White Dog Fell from the Sky
by Eleanor Morse (Goodreads Author)
4.18 average rating

Literary lovers on Goodreads praise the vivid language in this novel that tells the story of a medical student who flees apartheid South Africa for Botswana. Goodreads member Samantha says, "Beautifully written, and both unflinching and compassionate, White Dog Fell From the Sky very nearly achieves that completeness that so many novels strive for."


Want more? Try some Goodreads Listopias: Best Beach Reads 2013, What's the book you can't wait to read this summer?, Smart Summer Reads, and more!


Exclusive: J.K. Rowling on How She Crafts Gritty, Realistic Characters
Posted by Patrick on July 25, 2013 175283

If you had just one question for J.K. Rowling, what would it be? To celebrate the paperback release of The Casual Vacancy, we asked the best-selling author's fans on Goodreads to submit their burning questions about the book. The response was enormous—more than 1,500 submissions! We then chose five finalists and polled Goodreads members on their favorite. Here's the winning question and J.K. Rowling's fascinating answer:


Goodreads Grows to 20 Million Readers
Posted by Otis on July 23, 2013 1

Big news today at Goodreads! We now have 20 million members, up from 10 million members just eleven months ago.

Seeing more and more readers on Goodreads is inspiring, but what's more important is what's happening as a result. One of the main reasons why Elizabeth and I founded Goodreads is because we believe in the power of books. We believe the ideas you find inside stories can truly change the world. We believe that books make the world a better place. It's why the Goodreads mission is to help readers everywhere find and share books they love. So, you can imagine how much it means to our team to get emails like this:

This is really just a fan letter to tell you how much I adore Goodreads and how much I appreciate its mission. I've been using it since 2007 and it's been integral in introducing me to books and authors that have changed my life (to be maybe a touch melodramatic). Anyway, that's all. Just wanted to thank you for creating it!
All best, Corinne

And seeing tweets like this:

Your love of reading shines through everywhere on Goodreads, from group discussions to ratings and reviews to reading updates. You've written more than 25 million reviews and added more than 620 million books.

On behalf of the entire team here, I'd like to offer you all a heartfelt thank you for being a part of the Goodreads story. In honor of the many creative gifs shared in reviews by our members, we've created one to celebrate the 20 million milestone:

And here we are if you prefer a single shot:

Photo credit: Alison Christiana

Keep on reading!

Otis

P.S. Some of our long-term members will notice that our team is looking a lot bigger than in the 2012 photo. We're growing fast and hiring. If you're interested in joining the team, check out our openings here.


What Makes You Put Down a Book?
Posted by Elizabeth on July 09, 2013 5

We tried to find out! Here is a list of some of the top books you put aside and a few reasons why.


Live Video Chat with Emily Giffin, Today at 2pm ET/11am PT
Posted by Patrick on June 11, 2013 175283

Join us today at 2pm ET/11am PT for a live video chat with bestselling author Emily Giffin. We'll be talking about her latest book Where We Belong, as well as her previous work, her life as a writer. Don't miss this chance to ask a question of one of the most popular authors on Goodreads!

To watch the recording of the chat, click here.
Live Video Chat with Susan Cain, author of Quiet, today at 2pm ET/11am PT
Posted by Patrick on June 05, 2013 175283

Join us today at 2pm ET/11am PT for a live video chat with bestselling author Susan Cain. We'll be talking about her Goodreads Choice Award-winning book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking.

To watch a recording of the chat, click here.
Announcing Our Debut Young Adult Newsletter!
Posted by Elizabeth on May 17, 2013 5



For a long time we’ve wanted to expand our editorial products at Goodreads. Our general newsletter is great, but one of the coolest things we learned as we created the site was how readers around the world bond over a shared love of a particular genre, be it literature from 1900 to WWII, steampunk, or books about sailing. Knowing that, we wanted to provide a newsletter tailored to your passions.

Today, I’m pleased to announce that we are launching our first genre-themed newsletter, with the plan to create many more in the future. We started with a voracious group on Goodreads: our YA readers. And we hope you’ll be satisfied!

We didn’t want to take ourselves too seriously with this missive. It’s chockablock with new books to discover, paired with as much opportunity as possible to interact with YA authors you know and love.

For example, we’ve created a video feature entitled, Three, Two, One…Chat. Andrea Cremer and David Levithan, co-authors of the new book, Invisibility, are our first subjects. There are no “Tell us what inspired your novel?” questions. Instead we ask, “Who was your first crush?” and “What would you do if you were invisible?” We also have a puppy interlude. What’s that? You’ll just have to watch.

Our “You asked…” section is an interview with an author completely composed of your questions. Each month we will also Meet a Goodreader. Maybe it's a die-hard YA reader on the site with lots of followers, or a user with an interesting blog, or maybe it's someone who works as an editor or an illustrator in the genre. If you know someone noteworthy on Goodreads, please nominate them in the comments below! We also have Quizzes, Trivia and a Covers Contest. Of course, we have our ubiquitous Movers & Shakers, this time tailored to the genre, and, for a final morsel, an illustrated quote of the month.

For this project, we've brought in Jade Chang to join our team, a great writer and editor whom I’ve had the privilege to work with over the past 10 years.

So please enjoy! And tell us which genres you want next!

Happy Reading,
Elizabeth

P.S. If you want to make sure to receive future YA newsletters be sure to mark the option to receive the Young Adult Newsletter in your Email Preferences. You also may want to mark the option "Send me monthly newsletters for my favorite genres when they become available" if you are interested in another genre.
Live Video Chat with Cheryl Strayed, Today at 2pm ET/11am PT
Posted by Patrick on May 15, 2013 175283

Join us today at 2pm ET/11am PT for a live video chat with acclaimed bestselling author Cheryl Strayed. We'll be talking about her breakout memoir Wild, as well as her other books, and her life as a writer.

To watch a recording of the chat, click here.
Live Video Chat with Debbie Macomber, Today at 2pm ET/11am PT
Posted by Patrick on May 06, 2013 175283

Join us today at 2pm ET/11am PT for a live video chat with #1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber. We'll be talking about her latest book, Rose Harbor in Bloom, as well as her previous books and her life as a writer.

To watch a recording of the chat, click here.
For National Short Story Month, a Game of Exquisite Corpse
Posted by jade on May 01, 2013 225

What's the best way to celebrate May's National Short Story Month? With a brand-new short story, of course!

We've enlisted 15 brave and brilliant authors, starting with Pulitzer Prize winner Jennifer Egan, for a bout of Exquisite Corpse—the classic parlor game popularized by the Surrealists, wherein each participant continues a story based only on the previous person's lines.

All of the writers are seeing the full story for the first time with this post, but our Internet experiment isn't over. Last up was the legendary Margaret Atwood, and now it's your turn. Keep the game going in the comments section!


Jennifer Egan
Author of A Visit from the Goon Squad, The Keep, and
Look at Me.
My oldest brother had a best friend in grade school and high school and even into young adulthood called Jack Anderson. Jack was one of those people you could look at at any age and say that he hadn't changed at all. He was the boisterous impresario; as a little boy he'd traded in action figures and contraband candy; as a teen he was the keg bearer, the late night swimmer, the deflowerer—the rascal that no one could ever seem to stay mad at for too long.
My brother eventually moved to the city, and when I graduated, I followed him there. We allowed ourselves to drift apart, tethered only by the occasional phone call or a slice of pizza at the joint halfway between our apartments—it was hard to talk and we both reminded each other too much of home. Jack was in the city, too, but I never once saw him the whole seven years I was there. In fact, I didn't see Jack again until he showed up to my brother's funeral. I found him in the parking lot after the service and asked him how he could show his face here, after what had happened, and he said, "I love you, but you have no idea what happened."
Charles Yu
Author of How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe, Third Class Superhero, and Sorry Please Thank You.

Francesca Lia Block
Author of Weetzie Bat, The Elementals, and the upcoming Love in the Time
of Global Warming
.
I guess no one really does know. What happened. What ever happens. It is all filtered through our perceptions, and mostly our pain. Once in a parking lot much like this one Jack had confessed a secret to me. That was before the harm had been done. Maybe that moment was the beginning of it—the doing of harm. Now, seeing him with the lines on his forehead and around his eyes, testaments to each worry and shock of the past ten years, I wished we were leaning against his pickup truck with the moon looming above us and the loss erased from our faces as easily as light eradicates shadow. Mostly, I wished with a sick ache, that my brother was still alive. And that Jack had never whispered those words into my ear.
Wished that he had never said, "The moon, the sun, the stars, the sea, the sky, and the clouds have their meaning and I have mine. Your face is my meaning, your eyes that take in the visible world are my meaning, you are my meaning and my secret."
Frederic Tuten
Author of Tintin in the New World, The Adventures of Mao on the Long March, and Self Portraits: Fictions.

Robin Sloan
Author of Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore and
Annabel Scheme.
Mostly because it was such an expensive thing to say. Forty-three words at six bucks each. Each had to be transcoded, amplified, packed in bosons, and flung across the rift at something close to the speed of light. The leading edge of his monologue had probably reached the other side by now. THE MOON, THE SUN. . . No, it was good. It had been the right thing to say. He swiped his card ($270 with tax) and stepped away from the microphone. The next customer had his message ready to go, written out on the back of a receipt. Just three words: RETURN TO ME. Smart.
He went over his message in his mind, once it was sent. Wondering if he should have said something different. Even the order of the words felt wrong. Too late now. It'd be months before a response was possible, even if anyone was still out there to hear, or to understand. Months now of waiting: alternately urgent and forgetful. Months of thinking sometimes: "Have they seen it? Are they sending a message back now, or now, or now?" and finding the not-knowing unbearable.

Some people had themselves suspended during the wait, closed down in a frosty sleep so that they'd be fresh and perky for the reply, if it came. But then sometimes the Sleep-Your-Cares-Away booths broke, in uncomfortable ways. Or got stolen—especially if you looked a little odd, you might end up displayed on someone's private channel for amusement. Or worse than amusement. No, if you wanted to continue to have a say in what happened to your various organs, you'd have to endure the wait.

Naomi Alderman
Author of Disobedience, The Lessons, and The Liars' Gospel.

Heather Cocks
and
Jessica Morgan
Authors of Spoiled, Messy, and the popular blog
Go Fug Yourself.
But what to do during the wait? He wandered over to the compound's extensive fridge and pondered the endless array of compact, clear bottles, each filled by precise government equipment to the same prescribed line. Ever since the Veganing, nobody drank anything but juices with unappetizing names like Bowels Be Free (cayenne, lemon juice, and a painfully effective dose of salmonella), or Pressed Begonia, Saffron, and Baconberry, the product of creative gardeners who bred "natural" berries that tasted like outlawed meats, a conciliatory gesture from the Overlord that rang, to him, as hollow as his stomach. He picked out an unlabeled orange concoction—juices of that color tended to be the least disgusting—and took a tentative sip. It tasted like a partially frozen meatball parm. It would do.

Rubbing his eyes, he felt overcome with a sense of put-upon tedium. Why was it always him in charge of the menial tasks? Why couldn't they have made him await The Answer at the beginning of the new TV season? Couldn't his brother have snuck him more than one bag of black market potato chips? Patrick was the only person he knew who was able to get contraband, and it was highly inconvenient that he'd taken that knowledge with him to the dream sphere. A post-Veganing world was no place for a person who once only ate whatever they used to sell at gas stations; he found it blasphemous to jam nuts in some tofu, coat it with hardened turnip milk, and call it a Snickers, but it was treason to question the Overlord's cookbooks. His stomach rumbled, and he sighed. Might as well make the rounds.

Supervising the Sleep Booths was the creepiest of his tasks he'd been stuck with, as it involved essentially spying on someone's most vulnerable moment. But no one else was awake to do it, and at the very least he felt he should be rewarded for the upcoming months of loneliness by gazing at the one person whose visage could fill him up the way juices never did, the person he was too afraid to drink in with his eyes when she was awake and could look back. He slid his ID card through the slot and punched in his passcode—her birthday, of course—and as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he blinked, then blinked again. He'd expected to see her curled up in Booth 137J, a teasing smile playing at her lips as her eyelids twitched with an elaborate dream. Instead, he was staring at a locked, seemingly unbreached, and totally empty space.
Instinctively he peeped the live cam at the head of Booth 137J, streaming video from every booth every day every minute. Whatever had happened to her had probably already been viewed. Being first on the scene was no guarantee you were the initial witness. In fact there might be others on the way already, and not menial task guys like him. So he hit the green button at the base of Booth 137J thinking he might do her the favor of destroying evidence. Evidence of what? Who knew? The shatterproof lid squeaked and rattled as it slid backward, even the Overlord couldn't guarantee great equipment. He leaned over the bed of the booth. Where had she gone? Was she safe? As he reached out his hand he hesitated. He turned his ear to the booth. Faintly he heard it. Heard her. Still there. In there. Breathing. He must've gasped or cried out because she stirred. The empty booth groaned. Her disembodied voice, the one he could never mistake, said, "Is it my shift already?" The live cam practically purred as it corroborated the miracle.
Victor LaValle
Author of The Devil in Silver, Big Machine, and The Ecstatic.

Anne Lamott
Author of Imperfect Birds, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing, and Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith.
She was alive. His heart fluttered with relief, and then fear. His mind raced, but he had to think clearly: yes, she was his only real friend here, one of the few people he could still trust. Yet her very existence called his own into jeopardy.
She knew about the key, had seen it, the brass-plated skeleton key.
Was there a way for them both to come out of this unharmed? It did not seem possible. Yet he cared for her, maybe even loved her.
Again she called out softly. "I don't want to be late," she said.
"Let's go." With just two words, he had allied himself with her; pitted himself against the Organization. It was stupid, madness, but he knew that he didn't really have a choice. Hadn't had a choice since she'd broken through the fever of his dreams, drawn out of that terrible liquid suspension, that murky place between alive and not.
She took his hand. Her touch made everything shift, made him feel, just for a moment, as if everything would be all right.
There was a faint click; and then a deafening roar, as the world exploded.

Lauren Oliver
Author of Delirium, Before I Fall, and Leisl & Po.

Craig Johnson
Author of The Cold Dish, Death Without Company, and the upcoming A Serpent's Tooth.
The door to the playground flew open, and it was, as he'd expected, a mad house.
Still clutching his wife's hand, he looked into the limpid pools of her eyes, the same terror there as in his own. Who would've thought that getting their child into school would be this difficult, this competitive, this. . .dangerous? He squeezed Bianca's hand as a young, blond woman with an eye patch approached, floating along upon the wave of screaming, miniature minions who flowed in a current around their knees like blood-thirsty piranhas.
"Can I help you?"
Snatching off his Tom Ford Marko TF144 sunglasses and jutting his chin forward, he let her know just with whom she was dealing. "We're here for the interview with the Organization's Advanced Preschool?"
She nodded. "The Jones'—is that correct?"
"Possibly."
She caught him studying her patch, and he wondered if it was real or just a clever disguise; who knew what evil machinations labored behind the darkness of that hidden and all-seeing eye?
"It's pirate day."
Of course it was pirate day. That was the thing about schools as exclusive as this one: every day had to be something MORE than simply what it was. Just looking over the materials—OK, studying as if a life itself depended on it, which if you believed the hype was actually the case—he'd felt a mix of both awe and horror at how much preschool had changed since his own childhood. He remembered practicing letters, making macaroni necklaces, sitting in circles to start the day. At this school, however, if she were to get in, his daughter would be learning Mandarin, practicing the art of French pastry, and doing a daily yoga practice. And that was just in one week! He swallowed, looking around the room again at the children, who were now basically attacking the play stations, voices raised. This was not just the future. This was his future. And it scared him to death.
Sarah Dessen
Author of The Truth About Forever, Just Listen, and the upcoming The Moon and More.

Valerie Martin
Author of Property, Mary Reilly, and The Confessions of Edward Day.
"Ahoy Matey."
He looked away from the looting of the play stations into the amused dark eyes of a tall female pirate. Piratess? Her blouse was ruffled and she wore a red sash about her hips, in which she had thrust a plastic sword.
"You look like you've had your timbers shivered," she observed.
He frowned. He recognized the scream from the huddle at the water table as his daughter's. She made up for her size with powerful lungs and when pressed, as she was now, by two runty boys who were trying to wrest a wooden boat from her grip of steel, she could sometimes achieve a sonic triumph. He fought down his urge to rush to her rescue. Parents were not to interfere in the children's squabbles. Learning was taking place. Children didn't need prodding to learn; they should be free to follow their interests. Even the yoga classes and Mandarin Chinese would be "facilitated" rather than "taught." He'd read all that in the brochure. "Are you one of the teachers?" he asked the piratess glumly.
"Are you kidding," she replied. "Do you think they'd let a teacher in here with a weapon?"
Just then the screaming intensified. The water table had gone over. For a moment, in the company of the piratess and in possession of a screaming headache, he was tempted to let the children "learn" their way through the mess. But his daughter's costume—a robot ensemble that he had spent hours making with cardboard boxes, tinfoil, and hangers—would melt if it became too wet (although she looked like the Tin Man, in matters of water-solubility she was more Wicked Witch).
He sighed and went to rescue her.

Ally Condie
Author of Matched, Crossed, and Yearbook.

Margaret Atwood
Author of The Handmaid's Tale, The Blind Assassin, and the upcoming MaddAddam.
But just as he touched her, a horrifying transformation took place. Tiny fangs sprouted from her rosebud mouth, her blue eyes gleamed red, and leathery wings unfolded from her shoulders. She slipped his grasp, and with a banshee screech vanished up the chimney. The diminutive pirates and Munchkins gasped in astonishment. "How'd you do that?" one of them asked.
"I didn't do it," he replied. But he knew who had done it: his estranged first wife, Glamorgan, repudiated long ago in his search for a normal life. He'd cast her off when he'd traded his black unitard with the skull on it for the standard jeans and Ts of the doting father. He should never have referred to her as "that Satanist bitch" in an e-mail to a mutual friend from those magic days—magic in every sense of the word. The Internet leaked like a sieve. Now she'd made a vengeful move and stolen his beloved daughter.
He clenched his jaw. All right, it's war, he thought. Now where had he put that amulet?
"Don't worry, kids, your parents will be here soon," he said reassuringly. He'd shoo them out the door as fast as possible. Then it would be his move.
En garde, Glamorgan, he whispered.

Where is the brass-plated skeleton key? Does Glamorgan end up meeting Jack Anderson? Will the hero's daughter ever learn to speak Mandarin? The story is now yours, Goodreads writers!