I love that, this month, I read a couple of intellectually-stimulating books about tough subjects and I still found the most to say about Chelsea Handler. Um.

( Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea - Chelsea Handler )

My sister and I do not agree on ANYTHING book-related, but we do have regular and enjoyable conversations about how much we want to stab Ian McEwan in his fucking face. (We were both scarred by having to read McEwan for A-level English -- she, The Child In Time; me, Enduring Love -- and, generally, view McEwan as a poseur-literary prat.) Ho hum. ( Read more... )