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Nominations for the 3rd BGO Book Group Read of 2014

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David Sedaris is very funny and I remember having to set down Me Talk because I was laughing so hard I could neither catch my breath nor decipher the print through my tears. Haven't read that Dave Barry, but have read a lot and it's always very funny. Hiaasen is great and there is at least a smile per page because of his cleverness. Absolutely LOVE Hitchhiker's but when I do re-read it every 5 years or so I always read the whole series( although there is a dropoff in books 4&5. Burgess can be scathingly funny and I've always meant to read Enderby. But my nomination would be for Fluke by Christopher Moore. He really found his groove in this one with witty and clever prose, likeable and funny characters, and an interestingly farcical storyline that actually had something to say.

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I'd also really like it if someone would nominate a Nick Hornby book besides About a Boy, which I've already read and thought was not only hilarious but rather thoughtful.

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Nice to see so many suggestions.

I think the following books have been seconded. But I usually miss one, so please tell me if I have.

 

Me Talk Pretty One Day - David Sedaris

Dave Barry's Greatest Hits - Dave Barry

Corridor's of Death - Ruth Dudley Edwards

Things Snowball - Rich Hall

The Eyre Affair - Jasper fforde

Shades of Grey - Jasper fforde

Fluke - Christopher Moore

 

 

I'll close nominations tonight and post the voting thread. So if you have any last minute nominations or seconds, get them posted now.

 

 

Edit - tidied this up a bit - did you post it from your 'phone?

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Any of Douglas Adams, David Sedaris or Wodehouse books would be welcomed by me, although trying to explain why certain books are funny can be a risky business. What you find funny I might not and vice versa.    

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