Late yesterday afternoon, Gawker leaked a call for literary babes from a Lucky staffer seeking "an attractive female author...between the ages of 25 and 35 [who] has written a sophisticated/intelligent book" for the August issue. So even though you wicked book publicists didn't send us the memo, I thought we could help come up with some names anyhow. After considering some obvious choices who've already gotten plenty of attention for looking good and stringing complex sentences together (i.e., Zadie Smith, Nell Freudenberger), here are some of our candidates. Send in your nominees, too—and because this column swings both ways, go ahead and tell us about your favorite pretty boy writers! (update: You gave us enough for not just one list, but a second as well.)

Emily Barton's second novel, Brookland, just came out from FSG. She's finishing up a stint as writer-in-residence at the New School, and has recently received an NEA grant and a Guggehneim fellowship.

Sarah actually knows more about Laura Dave and London Is the Best City in America than I do, but anybody who can get stories in Glamour and ESPN the Magazine must have something going for her, right?

I've commented on Lauren Levin's publishing luck before, and even though Choire Sicha wasn't impressed by Same Sex in the City, it's a safe bet she'll get plenty of media play. Look for "L-word" splashed across the headline of every profile, or at least running in the first graf.

Pug Hill, the second novel from Alison Pace, should be arriving at bookstores as we speak. I was lucky enough to get to read this one in manuscript, and I'm certain that the story, about a terminally shy woman who winds up in a public speaking class where she's normal by comparison, will win Alison a lot of new readers.

I really wanted to see Jennifer Solow (far left) when she was in town a few weeks back to read from The Booster, mostly so I could figure out how to get her and Jenny Pollack (near left), the author of Klepto, to start swapping shoplifting stories because I knew it would make a great item for this column. One day, I swear!

The reviews for Molly Worthen (right) and The Man on Whom Nothing Was Lost have been fairly mixed, really, but, hey, she scored a book deal for a political science biography right after graduating from college, so that counts for something, right? And since the strict age requirements at Lucky won't let me pick Norah Vincent (far right), I'm going to go with a younger Norah Vincent type.