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March = Getting Things DONE

March was a stellar month for reading, people. And by reading I mean 'for me finishing books.' Since that so rarely happens, let's examine them in all their mostly super-easy glory:

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World
The Wilder Life
Diana Victrix
Moranthology
Surpassing the Love of Men
Anna and the French Kiss
Scott Pilgrim & the Infinite Sadness
Confessions of a Shopaholic
Scott Pilgrim Gets It Together

I'm feeling bewildered too, Kirk

FINE three of those are half the Scott Pilgrim series and they take like half an hour to read, but WHATEVER THEY ARE SEPARATE BOOKS. I'm also about halfway done with Lamb and Order of the Phoenix, and working on a bio of Nell Ternan named The Invisible Woman which is QUITE good, plus I just started The Nine by Jeffrey Toobin because I am now obsessed with the Supreme Court.

I already did reviews of a lot of the above books. Wilder Life was entertaining, plus I enjoy non-fiction books where people go out  on adventures — especially adventures that involve butter churns. Diana Victrix is delightful, camping in New Hampshire turn of the century wonderfulness.

Anna and the French Kiss...I actually liked quite a bit. It's not the ultimate in greatness, but in terms of a YA novel about a girl who falls in love with a seemingly perfect boy, I'd recommend it a million times over Twilight. And unlike Twilight, where the heroine's friendships consist of statements like "I shambled along behind Jessica, not bothering to pretend to listen anymore" because excuse me but she's TRYING to think about a guy she likes, Anna has actual friends who actually matter to her.

Also, St. Clair (super-dreamy boy Anna is in love with) does things like tell Anna "You have perfect hair" which -- GOOD LORD -- men, please take note. My Kindle comment for that is just "Damn, boy." Another amazing thing he did merited a "Well fuck, that was pretty perfect" and near the end, "DAMN YOU ST CLAIR AND YOUR PERFECTION."

As opposed to Edward, where...I'm not retyping my whole Goodreads review of Twilight, so there it is.

That book makes me have these
feelings

Confessions of a Shopaholic...I admit that by the end, I was fairly done with it. As in, yes yes, you're going to end up with the guy, and right now things are finally coming together for you, and I have other things to re—WHAT it ends with you doing WHAT? My gosh, woman.

On the plus side, it's made me cut back my spending by, oh, A BILLION PERCENT. Because she is the magnification of one's bad spending habits. And when you see her faulty logic with making a purchase and go "Oh, Becky," in about another two seconds you realize that while she used it for buying a pair of boots, you used it yourself for buying a cookie the other day and that's a $1.35 expenditure you didn't need to make, ma'am. You didn't need to. Because you have chocolate at your desk.

Oh, and zombie musical closed Saturday. And yes, the cast ended up at the bar across the street, recounting Jennifer Lawrence stories that have all been made into GIFs.

What else would we do?

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