so, i wasn’t going to read breaking dawn. i was pretty smug about it. i thought to myself, “yeah, i couldn’t care any less than i do about that annoying bella person.” and then i snagged myself. i picked up a copy in an airport bookstore and read the first chapter.

that night i had a [...]

i’ve been having an inexplicable need (voracious, even) for fantasy lately. (have i had quite enough of real life?) whatever the reason, inkheart by cornelia funke, hit the spot. it’s really brilliant–although, i admit i’m always a sucker for fantasy novels about little girls who read too many books.

so. i tried to be all smarty pants and read doris lessing’s new book, the cleft. but i just couldn’t do it. i wanted something warm and fuzzy. i wanted something that would help me forget the waft of changing diapers and the pile of dishes with crusted on lasagna. i charged my through [...]