You might be asking yourself what the hell I'm doing here on Writing About Writing. Well, I'll tell you.
Somewhere around level thirteen, when I was spending talent points to reduce the cool-down on my "Backhand Slap" ability, I discovered a bit of a problem with my choice to be a pimp. See, I'm a feminist. (In fact, I've changed the name of that particular power to "Back Handed Compliment of Doom" because I don't like the linguistic patriarchal overtones that a woman can't even set reasonable boundaries in her life in a way that is considered bold or assertive for men or that abuse is okay whether it is back handed or not.) I have the radical assumption that women are equal. I've been pwned by way too many pink pigtailed Necromancers in Warsing Gully not to know that.
So I decided to recomendificate books instead. Don't worry, I won't recomendificate classic literature. I did that back when I was taking candles from Gnolls near my starting city. And pimping out a book that's all the rage or has been made into a movie is no more a challenge than killing 50 Young Tigerlings for That Ernest Hemingway Anagram dude. No, I need more of a challenge. I'm going to recomendify books you may not even have heard of. New books. Unsung books. Debut authors. Books that are worthy of my level 85