So, after my last read, I promptly went and ordered Liza Palmer's first book, Conversatons with the Fat Girl. I am proud to say that I restrained myself from devouring it as soon as the ever-so-nice UPS man dropped it off yesterday.

Instead, I only read the first chapter, and waited until today to devour the remainder of it.

Just have to say, I love this Liza Palmer. I think she is my long lost soul-twin. The book: well, not as "OMG-Must-Read-and-Re-read-Again-Again-Or-Fucking-DIEEEE!!!!" as her second/most recent book (aka, the Most Current Literary Love of My Life, Seeing Me Naked), but still very good and highly recommended. I mean, it's about a chubby girl named Maggie who has a master's degree in museum studies (which is what I was about 5 minutes away from going to graduate school for...8 years ago). How could I not love and recommend it?


One of these days, I'm really going to have to stop reading for pleasure and start doing work again, and that day is soon. Very soon. Like, "yesterday...and the day before" soon.

I just don't want to effing do it anymore. It hurts my soul.

...which after reading this book (CwtFG), is just so fitting.