In the Spirit of Resistance embodied by the fantabulous Janet Reid, we are officially naming this week Rejectionist Book Review Week. Also, y'all seem to have gotten the impression somehow that we dislike everything. We do not, in fact, dislike everything. We like: our Support Team, Ann Demeulemeester f/w '09 (HOLY F*CK THOSE COATS THOSE COATS THOSE COATS), hamburgers, the Jesus and Mary Chain, Maker's, cute rescue pitbulls, um, one or two other things, and The People's Revolution, which is AROUND THE CORNER SO GET READY. Pessimism of the intellect, optimism of the will, people! Oh yeah! and we like books. So this week, Author-friends, in no particular order, we shall present to you a Random Sampling of the Rejectionist's Best-Beloved. Okay? Okay!

ATTENTION FTC: We did not get paid by nobody to review no books. Nope. Also, bought all of these books our own self, except for the ones we begged "Steve" to procure for us at one of "Steve's" many "meetings" (read: liquid lunches) with various editors. Although if someone wanted to pay us, or send us more books, we would certainly not say no or anything. Ahem, publicists!

TODAY'S THEME SONG: The Coup, "50 Million Ways to Kill A CEO"

No. 1: Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

This, Author-friends, is the first book the wee infant Rejectionist ever fetched from the Adult Fiction Shelves of our local library, which were appropriately located in a dimly lit and somewhat cavernous back room, and we remember very distinctly the sense of Import we felt pulling this extraordinary volume off the towering shelf with our tiny hands. The first edition (which we are now very pleased to own ourself, in both the UK and American editions, and we would really like the German as well, but can't afford it; so we're a dork, shoot us) is printed in green and red type; red for when hero Bastian Balthazar Bux is moving about in the humdrum and dreary world of the everyday, and green for when he is adventuring in the magical kingdom of Fantastica; its cover is resplendent with a vivid scene of mysterious creatures, jesters, wise men, and noble knights, with the Childlike Empress's motto DO WHAT YOU WISH emblazoned across the back. An entire universe predicated on the idea that good books should never have to come to an end is one we'd very much like to live in, Author-friends, and over the years this book, which we reread at least once annually, has never lost its seductive power. The Gmork still scares us, the Childlike Empress still fascinates us, the devious and manipulative Xayide and the wedge she drives between self-crowned emperor Bastian and loyal Atreyu infuriates us, and we have never forgotten the surreal and gorgeous imagery of Bastian's final silent labor in the dream mines and the still winter plain that surrounds them. We read the entire book for the first time in a single day, holed up Bastian-like with a store of snacks, and no book since, no matter how lovely, how moving, or how perfectly crafted, has ever had a magic quite like this one.