Now we’re talking.
After 30 pages of the crap that was 4 Blondes by Candace Bushnell, I gave up on it and moved on to my next book. Enter the funniest autobiography I’ve ever read… and I’m only three chapters in!
Now we’re talking.
After 30 pages of the crap that was 4 Blondes by Candace Bushnell, I gave up on it and moved on to my next book. Enter the funniest autobiography I’ve ever read… and I’m only three chapters in!
I ran around the house flitting from room to room, pouring over shelf after shelf to find fodder for this project (which is, unofficially, “To read at least a book a week”). I started stacking up the books I’ve never finished, then moved on to the books I had to have but haven’t touched since the book store. Finally… I collected all the books from the last few years that I haven’t even bothered to look at (much less read the flap of) since receiving them as gifts. Half an hour and 37 books later, I started Bookfest 2007.