just finished this book which had me laughing to myself on the subway like a crazy person for the first time in a while. when did i switch out reading books for reading blogs? when i was younger i was always the kid with a stack of library books, i have distinct memories of reading nancy drew at recess instead of playing with the other kids. i want to go back to that hobby, except with memoirs from 20-something new yorkers instead of paperbacks about a teenager with a knack for mystery.






