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Once Upon a Desert Isle Keeper

Back in June or so, some bloggers formed a group blog called DIKladiesrule. It’s a fun place that features interviews with authors and alot of book chat about the bloggers’ favorite books. About late June, Dear Author started a feature called “If You Like” based upon the shelftalkers at bookstores. It came to my attention last week that Laurie Gold was unhappy about the use of both phrases because we did not give proper attribution to her site, All About Romance. But, really, I thought nothing of it. It did not seem like a big deal to me.

On Thursday, Laurie put up a post on her personal blog frustrated that she and AAR were not getting the proper attribution for the term DIK. If You Like was left out. Feeling like she hadn’t gotten enough responses, she then posted at the AAR board. She did not gain universal support there either. Not leaving enough alone, she is now asking for a web campaign to drive other bloggers and sites to dun the DIK ladies into . . . something. This is my response, since Laurie feels like this issue is important.


“Ohhhh!” Mary let out a cry of frustration and tossed the book she had been reading across the room.

“What’s wrong?” Her flatmate said, peeking her head up over the sofa. “Another wallbanger (tm unknown)?”

“Yes! How many TSTL (tm AAR discussion lists) heroines does it take to change a lightbulb (tm Edison)?”

“Five, if they are sisters,” Greta joked. “What about the hero, though, isn’t he alpha (tm unknown) enough? I saw the clinch cover (tm Fabio) and there was plenty of mantitty (tm Smart Bitches).”

Before Mary could respond, a knock sounded at the door. Greta hauled herself off the sofa and walked over to open the door. Another knock sounded before Greta could reach the door. “Hold your horses (tm unknown),” Greta shouted through the wood and steel.

Another knock sounded and a muffled voice stated “Attribution police. Let us in.”

“The attribution police!” Greta gasped with such violence that her bodice ripped (tm Non-Romance Reading Public). “But…sir…we haven’t done anything…(tm Barbara Cartland) I swear!”

“Open in the name of the law!”

Mary stepped around their towering TBR pile (tm romancelandia (tm unknown)). “Let them in, Greta,” she said. “We have nothing to fear.”

Greta held back another gasp as she opened the door and six feet four inches of lean, hard muscle (tm Romance Authors) strode into their flat, followed by a second male, whose rippling six pack (tm Budweiser) was apparent even through his uniform shirt. “What is the problem, officers?”

The second officer’s piercing blue eyes reminded Mary of a vengeful Italian billionaire's (tm Harlequin) she'd once known. Unfortunately, she hadn't gotten her HEA (tm Cinderella) and Care Bear (tm American Greetings) epilogue (tm Mrs. Giggles) full of precious babies named after their grandmothers (tm Stephanie Meyer). She just hadn't been enough of a Mary Sue (tm Star Trek (tm Paramount) fanzine (tm unknown) readers), she often thought. If she had been, everyone would have loved her, and as a bonus, she'd have had purple eyes (tm Elizabeth Taylor).

"We've received a complaint, miss," he said. "A complaint about how you've named your flat."

"Oh." Greta relaxed. "You mean the name we've put over the door. We've read so many romance novels, talked about so many of them, naming our "estate' in a way that demonstrates our love for the genre seemed like a fantastic idea."

The gorgeous officer smiled condescendingly. "But you've named it "DIK Court.'"

"So? It's about the romances we like best. A DIK is a keeper (tm unknown) book, the kind you'd want with you if you were stuck on a desert island (tm unknown) — you know that classic question? So, they're desert isle keepers, get it? It's a word that is all around the Internet (tm Al Gore), or at least in romancelandia. Just like TSTL, HEA, OMGWTFBBQ, LOL, and TBR. It's shorthand that anyone familiar with the community knows."

"Yes, but do you know where it originated?"

Greta shrugged. "I just saw it used around blogs (tm unknown) and message boards. I asked what it meant, and someone told me that it was one of those books that you just can't bear to part with."

The officer turned to Mary, his gaze stroking her from head to toe. "And you?"

"Maybe the All About Romance (tm AAR) site, because I've seen that they call their A-rated books and favorite books Desert Isle Keepers (tm AAR), and for a long time they were one of two romance-centric websites.” Mary said.

Greta interjected, ” Yes, but The Romance Reader was the first romance-centric website and it went by a three letter acronym too.”

Mary replied, “It might have started at AAR, though, and all of the people on the discussion boards just started using DIK to describe their keeper books."

"That's exactly right!" The officer gave Mary a cookie and another smoldering look (tm Rhett Butler). "Laurie Likes Books — LLB — first used the term in an At the Back Fence — ATBF — column in 1996. Yet you have been using it as the name of your house without permission or offering due credit to the history of the term. So LLB has issued a complaint, and has demanded that you either cease and desist in your use of DIK or inscribe a line into the front of your house that explains the term's origin and gives AAR proper credit."

Mary and Greta stared at him. Mary repeated, "Inscribe a line that says LLB coined the term and that it is historically "owned' by AAR?"


Greta began giggling (tm teenage girls). Seeing that her friend could not help, Mary challenged, "You're kidding me, right?"

The ruggedly handsome officer scowled, and got an erection that a cat couldn't scratch (tm Linda Howard.) "No."

"But you don't have to give attribution for words and phrases. Those aren’t copyrightable."

"No, but there’s still trademark law, ma’am."

"But, these words, they are so ubiquitous," Mary argued. "So…common."

"Are you calling me common?" The officer stalked closer to Mary, like a werewolf after his Mate (tm Paranormal Romance.) "Because I can tell you, miss, that I’m very unique. One of a kind, even."

"No, no!" Mary protested heatedly, and wondered if he could smell her arousal. "I’m saying the words that you are trying to enforce for attribution are so common. ”

“You could have put it in Google, found out the history, done the research.” The officer demanded. Mary sighed both over the issue and in frustration with the officer’s mullet (tm unknown) (How could an officer be so hot yet still have such a bad hair day (tm unknown)).

“But, Officer, we’re just fans, reading fans, and just trying to enjoy our books. Plus, Google? Srsly (tm Urban dictionary)?”

“My name is not Srsly and yes, Google. Google is now the affirmative source of all attribution. The first source that shows up on Google is the source who owns the term. That’s internet law.”

“Srsly is shorthand for . . . well, forget it. That’s not important. If you put DIK into Google, there are thousands of references to DIK from thousands of different sources. And, the reason that one blog post shows up before someone else’s blog post in Google Search results is dependent on so many things, including popularity. Can popularity equal ownership?”

The handsome officer scowled at her. “Don’t try to confuse the arguments with the facts. That’s not important here.”

“What is important then? It's not as if we're a journalistic site. We're just two fans of romance who love talking to people about the genre, inviting authors over to our place, and generally having fun.”

"It’s a morality issue, ma’am."

Mary placed her hand on her hips, arms akimbo. "Are you questioning my morals (tm God and/or gods)? Because I can promise you, big boy, that I have no morals." Mary paused, looking the officer up and down. She could bounce a quarter off that hard body (tm unknown), she realized. "Why don’t you come inside," she suggested throatily, "and tell me more about your…rules."

"Please don’t give me any backchat, ma’am, or I’ll be forced to restrain you (tm Marquis de Sade)."

Mary shuddered, “You promise?”

The officer's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You don’t seem to be taking this very seriously."

Mary unflinchingly met his dangerously narrowed eyes. "You would be right on the money then, because these words and phrases that you want certain people to be given credit for have become part of the everyday lexicon in romancelandia, and to parse out and give attribution for the use would make it nearly impossible to have discourse."

"Uh, but–"

"I'm not finished," Mary interrupted. "I think it’s great that someone coins a term and that term becomes commonly used that it is actually part of our everyday language, or raises a term out of print obscurity into online fame, but that person isn’t entitled to attribution for every use, not legally or ethically. At least, in my opinion."

The officer stared at the feisty wildcat, his sensuous mouth hanging open.

Mary cocked her hip and tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "Once you’ve gotten over that problem, handsome, why don’t you come up and see me some time (tm Mae West)?"


Btw (tm unknown), I checked and both and were domains available for sale. And I bought them. These are now owned again by the internet as I refused to pay the renewal fees.

Jane Litte is the founder of Dear Author, a lawyer, and a lover of pencil skirts. She self publishes NA and contemporaries (and publishes with Berkley and Montlake) and spends her downtime reading romances and writing about them. Her TBR pile is much larger than the one shown in the picture and not as pretty. You can reach Jane by email at jane @ dearauthor dot com


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