Every morning this week when I approached my blog, I was like "THIS COULD BE THE DAY YOU UPDATE" and then I'd be like "Yeah, but remember how you did shots Monday and've been grouchy ever since? Yeah."
I AM in fact reading. I am almost done with Orange Is the New Black, the book upon which the BEST SHOW EVER is based; I will be finishing Savage Girl by Jean Zimmerman soon and then laying a review upon you all (IS SHE SAVAGE? I DON'T KNOW YET); and of course, there's the wrap-up of Bleak House. *sniffs* *blows nose* *wipes away tear*
The excellent thing about making it through something by Dickens that isn't, oh, I don't know, OLIVER TWIST OR GREAT EXPECTATIONS, is that when you're done, you're like "Wow. I read that entire thing sitting right there. All of it. All those pages. I now have Dickens Cred." And lest that previous sentence was too subtle, I am THE JUDGIEST about people who've only read Oliver Twist and/or Gre…
I AM in fact reading. I am almost done with Orange Is the New Black, the book upon which the BEST SHOW EVER is based; I will be finishing Savage Girl by Jean Zimmerman soon and then laying a review upon you all (IS SHE SAVAGE? I DON'T KNOW YET); and of course, there's the wrap-up of Bleak House. *sniffs* *blows nose* *wipes away tear*
The excellent thing about making it through something by Dickens that isn't, oh, I don't know, OLIVER TWIST OR GREAT EXPECTATIONS, is that when you're done, you're like "Wow. I read that entire thing sitting right there. All of it. All those pages. I now have Dickens Cred." And lest that previous sentence was too subtle, I am THE JUDGIEST about people who've only read Oliver Twist and/or Gre…