One of my neighbors is a voracious reader, this much I already knew. This past week though, I found out she also travels to Georgia once a year—a summer vacation of sorts—to help out with a bookstore/warehouse. My memory's fuzzy on the details, I admit, because when she offered to take a wishlist from me to see what she could find in the scores of books down there I almost plotzed (I'm not sure if I spelled that right or have the right word, but I'm going with it).
Her keyword in the offer was "short" wishlist. A good thing for her too because I could have easily printed off my present list of nearly fifty titles. So, today I whittled it down to about a dozen—my neighbor's likely expecting an even smaller list. I did cheat a little bit with a couple of authors whose work I have yet to read, and am not terribly fussy which of their respective novels I read first, writing "any title" next to their names.
I'm not sure what kind of repository there is down in Atlanta, but just the idea of such places existing makes me feel like Charlie waiting for a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka. In reality, it's probably a husk of a building with generic shelves with whatever books were overstocked and held in storage. A boy can dream, though.
For now, this is what the "short" wishlist bound for Georgia looks like ... Bitten by Kelley Armstrong, Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury, Strange Toys by Patricia Geary, Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris, any title by Brian Keene, Afraid by Jack Kilborn, any title by Richard Laymon, The Hot Kid by Elmore Leonard, Hell House by Richard Matheson, Wake by Lisa McMann, Zombie by Joyce Carol Oates, any title by Alexandra Sokoloff, Battle Royale by Koushin Takami, and This Is My Blood by David Wilson