More on the Top 10 Worst Books of 2004

Over this past weekend, the host of my server upgraded us to Moveable Type 3.something, which is great. But now I can’t get the comments to work. People have been kind enough to comment on their idea of the Worst Books of 2004, but they are not appearing for reasons I can’t figure out. If anyone has an answer, can you email me at bookdwarf at bookdwarf dot com? Thanks. And here is what people have been saying so far:

Scarecrow says:

Oh Yes – that spoiled mess which won this years Booker!!!

Ed says:

Tom Wolfe, “I Am Charlotte Simmons”

Patricas says:

Well, I wouldn’t say it’s one of the ‘Worst Books’, but after all the hype, I gotta say that ‘Fortress of Solitude’ did not meet my expectations. It really fell apart in some areas. But like the Curate’s egg, I will admit that ‘parts of it were excellent.’

Jimmy Beck says:

Little Children by Tom Perrotta. Whiny, 2D narcissistic characters, gratuitous pop culture references (like a fucking billboard) and a pedestrian story add up to a major disappointment. This was supposed to be my mid-life crisis talisman. Instead it’s just sappy dick lit. And comparisons to Chekhov? Blogga please.

and Verbal says:

Well, I think “The Metrosexual Handbook” sucked.

Hopefully, I will get this comment mess worked out soon, but please keep on sending the comments and I will post them.