Ahem. Today I got macked on again (the fourth time this week) because of this book. Cosmopolitan, if you’d like me to do an exposé, I’m available.
Today’s stupidly attractive European man watched me pull my copy out of my bag and then told me that he’s reading the very same book right this minute*! He also told me that he was enjoying TAKING IT SLOW because the book is not in his MOTHER TONGUE**. Considering the density of this book, I think that after I’ve read it, I’m going to cut out the pages and make it into a vessel for chick lady lit—I’m totally sure that once I hollow it out, it can and will accommodate something smaller and girlier by Miranda July or some other literary lady. What I’m saying is this: Get ready, world, I’m about to be unstoppable.
*Though he offered no proof.
**Caps added for emphasis. Also I swear that he said these things with a suggestive smile on his face/I imagined (desperately hoped) that he was saying these things with a suggestive smile on his face.
