So for sure, I live for her books. Now, here I have, sitting in front of me, my copy of her first work of fiction.
I can't open it.
I'm reading everything else in the stack, including some real trashy-type periodicals, and even some Jane Austen retellings, but for the life of me, I don't know what I'm scared of.
Yes I do. I fear that this book won't be as fun, biting, witty as all her memoirs. I really cannot be disappointed like that. Ever read something, that afterwards, you want to get back your wasted time? It sucks.
I have a long week at the beach coming up. I deserve one after the school year that I've had. I'll have the time then. I'll let you know how it went.
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