america's next top 10 list

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It’s top 10 list season…or it was two weeks ago. But two weeks ago my little notebook of stuff I read and saw this year (yes, I have one. What?) was buried deep in a cardboard jungle. So here are my favorite books and movies of 2007—two short, belated and pretty much uncalled-for lists.

Also, FYI, the books were not necessarily published in 2007—that’s just when I read them—making that particular list all the more irrelevant. And I’m a slow reader who spent much of 2007 reading dry history books about Malaysia, so the crop of fun novels I had to choose from was smaller than usual.

Also, my lists started in March. January and February are still in a box somewhere.

Look, if you want real best-of lists, go somewhere more professional. Here at Bread and Bread we just aim for scrappy but loveable.

Top five books I’ve read since March 2007:

1. American Woman by Susan Choi
2. The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem
3. Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis
4. Flash House by Aimee Liu
5. Song for Night by Chris Abani

Honorable mention: The History of Love by Nicole Krauss, Talking to the Moon by Noel Alumit, Apex Hides the Hurt by Colson Whitehead.

Top five movies I’ve seen since March 2007:

1. Juno
2. King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters
3. Ratatouille
4. Zodiac
5. Gone Baby Gone

Honorable mention: Sicko, Waitress, Persepolis, the Quentin Tarantino half of Grindhouse.

Comments

the last noel said…
Ha! Thanks for the mention. You know, it's nice getting kudos instead of kudees every once and awhile.
January 3, 2008 at 3:02 PM
Cheryl said…
Did you see the kudee/cootie video on Bamboo Nation? Priceless.
January 3, 2008 at 4:07 PM
Prince Gomolvilas said…
You know, you can catch cooties from Noel via the Internet. He's THAT dirty.
January 6, 2008 at 10:05 AM
Cheryl said…
Crack is the only known cure for cooties. Other than that "circle, circle, dot, dot" thing.
January 7, 2008 at 11:44 AM
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