Maggie is sponsoring a Southern Reading Challenge that will take place over the summer and I'm psyched about it. Of course, I'm already reading Flannery O'Connor, but I've got a huge stack of Southern fiction by my desk right now to choose from, so I won't be holding off on O'Connor in the meantime.

I drastically curtailed my intake of Southern lit after a writing workshop instructor urged us not to binge on the familiar. But after 20 years of living surrounded by transient transplants, I think a Southern-style feast is definitely long overdue.

And, if you're not suffering from post-Easter Peeps burnout, check out W.'s Bunny Suicides page. They're based on an Andy Riley book, he tells me.