Why are people always asking other people, “What book are you reading?”
It’s never, “What tabloid or fashion magazine are you perusing these days?”
I hate that book question. I always feel like I’m in the final moments of an awesome job interview and then suddenly they want to know what I’m reading and the only book I can even think of in the entire universe is “How to Run a Successful Cockfighting Ring.”
I’ll save you the learning curve. It’s not a good answer.
I constantly get emails asking me to review books (which I imagine have lots and lots of pages). But I have yet to get an email asking me to review a nice short pamphlet. People really should write more pamphlets. My husband’s favorite is “Great Jewish Athletes.”
Despite my complete lack of literary prowess, I have somehow managed to read three, YES THREE, books in the last few months. No one asked me to. I just did.
I have no idea why because I usually like to channel my energy into reading “The New York Post,” “New York Magazine,” blogs, daydreaming about Coach Taylor and wondering which GOP candidate I would have sex with if I HAD to choose. Trust me, it’s not an easy choice.
So even with all that, these are the books I read….
“When Did I Get Like This?” by Amy Wilson. I really enjoyed this book because everything that Amy Wilson experienced as a new mother, I did too. I felt like I was reading one of my favorite blogs and was only frustrated that I couldn’t comment at the end of each chapter.
“Sweet Valley Confidential: Ten Years Later” by Francine Pascal. One of my friends from high school gave me this book because we were once avid readers of the “Sweet Valley High” books. I think she gave me the book as a joke but I read the whole thing and I liked it so much that I’m now re-naming my twins Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield. (And no I don’t care that one of my twins is a boy. Okay, maybe I’ll call him Jess.)
“Shameless“ by Pamela Madsen. This is some book. It’s about a Long Island housewife in search of sexual fulfillment. She starts by paying for sensual massages (AKA happy endings) and let’s just say that at one point she’s shopping for dog collars and other sex toys (like b*tt plugs!). But despite its racy content, this book is really about her loving marriage and her quest to accept and love herself, flaws and all.
Okay, okay, now I feel like I have to ask… So what are you reading?
Or you can tell me which GOP candidate you secretly desire.
Just don’t say Newt Gingrich.
mama bird notes:
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