I might hit 30 books by the end of the year. Maybe. So much for 100.
It doesn't help that I keep starting books and putting them back down. Oh well.
Yesterday, I finished I Was Told There'd Be Cake, which is an awful lot like a straight female version of David Sedaris. Not quite as roll on the floor funny, but almost. She happens to have grown up in the same area as I did. I found that hysterical.
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