I need a new book to read. Tell me what to read, Internet. I just finished this book. It was OK. For some reason it bugged me that the author brought up places in our hood like Galapagos, Sweetwaters (yes, it had an “S” at the end), and Black Betty. I’m not sure why, but that bugged me a little bit. (I really wish I knew why. Once I put my finger on it, you’ll be the first to know.)
The book was a little irritating stylistically as well. Also, I don’t understand that NYC party girl mentality. I never snorted coke every night of the week. I never slept with a bunch of guys for money, drugs, or attention. I don’t care about designer clothing. (Really.) I barely wear makeup. I never did H or E or any other pill with a letter as its name. And I certainly don’t feel sorry for people who live their lives like that; their lives don’t seem very difficult to me.
Was it a bad book? I wouldn’t say that. It wasn’t nearly as bad as that drivel Jennifer Weiner wrote called Good in Bed. But it wasn’t something I’d push on someone else. But I want someone to push something onto me. What should I read? Help me, Internet.