you guys, i just finished reading THE WORST BOOK.  and by finished i mean that i read the entire thing even though i hated almost every minute of it.  i kept thinking it would get better, that somehow the issues would resolve themselves.  but not so much.  instead the book ended with  basically no resolution and i’ve spent the last 45 minutes trying to find out the aftermath (because of course it was memoir).  in my searching i found this review by NPR’s linda holmes and i think her feelings sum up my feelings quite well:

“…her latest book, Cleaving, one of the most unpleasant reading experiences I’ve ever had. Not uncomfortable, not challenging, not in-your-face, not too real. Unpleasant to read, ultimately pretty boring except when it’s irritating, and a book from which I took nothing away at all except perhaps a clarification of my own sense of what I do and don’t want to read. “

i read a lot of bad books but this one left me feeling all kinds of icksa.  on top of everything i’m a day late returning it to the library (one book i’m glad not to own) so it’s going to cost me 25 cents.  what does a girl do in this situation?  immediately pick up a new book – this time i’m reading THE HOUR IF FIRST BELIEVED – sure to be upbeat and fun – kidding.

in other news, my parents have been without MEDIA (my mom’s words not mine) since major storms hit the east coast on saturday.  being without media might possibly be my worst nightmare.  it’s hard enough to live on the west coast and be three hours late to breaking celebrity gossip (have you heard that JESSE JAMES cheated on SANDRA BULLOCK!?!).

after some time at the gym and  a quick stop at the library (i currently have 9 holds ready for pick up), it’s home to make the matzah balls for passover.  because, that’s booger is about to sneak up on us.