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I've been on a fiction kick lately. I've put down the memoirs and the travelogues and business books in favor of some fantastic, keep-you-up-'til-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning fiction. I just recently started reading Jodi Picoult's novels. And, as I tend to do when I discover a new (for me) great author, I've been binging on her books. I try to space them apart, though - only one every few weeks - as they are so addictive I end up reading them all night. I read Sue Monk Kidd's books "out of order" - The Mermaid Chair, first and her hit novel, The Secret Life of Bees much later. I can't wait to see the movie, which will star Queen Latifah, Jennifer Hudson, and Dakota Fanning. I was finished with gods in Alabama in less than 24 hours; Joshilyn Jackson's prose read like Southern poetry. The Glass Castle is, in fact, a memoir, not fiction. But it is so riveting and so outrageous, you could easily mistake it for novel. I loved Bridget Jones's Diary and the sequel, so I had great expectations for Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination. It took me a while to "get into it", but by the end, I couldn't put it down. As for the fun, fabulous, and fluffy, Holly Would Dream, my dream of hosting the author here in Wilmington is about to come true. Join us tomorrow night at 7 p.m. at the Mayfaire Barnes & Noble.