I’m reading the series at the moment, and I feel 17 years old and boy/fashion obsessed. The books are really for teenagers, but I think the author secretly wrote them for grown-up teens such as myself. It’s trashy, catty, and delicious. I can’t put it down. I’m sad when the bus ride is over in the morning because I have to wait the whole day to continue reading.

My bestfriend is CSS.

Like eating ice cream after only consuming brocolli for days on end, this book is really easy to read, sweet and delicious, and I can’t put it down. Parsons is a bit like a lesser Nick Hornby with some Helen Fielding thrown in for good measure.

His characters are startling and original, like no other characters I have imagined, and his plot is well paced and tightly organized. Like all good devil characters I was charmed and creeped out all at once by Woland, and irritated to no end by self-indulgent Master.

The Master and Margarita is the sort of book for which I wish I could audit a university class, as I feel like I am missing loads just reading it on my own.

Since I am going to Florence soon, I thought it imperative to read some Dante. So far, I have surprisingly enjoyed this, even if it takes three of four readings of a page to really understand what’s happening. The notes at the end of the book are really helpful and actually quite nicely written. I chose this translation because of Robert Pinsky; I’m a big fan of his.

Funny, shrill, and thought provoking. Didn’t believe quite a bit of what he was babbling about. Like lead in the water supply … he claims the levels are poisonous, yet no one is dying. Still, even if some of what he wrote seemed a little hysterical, I like people like Michael Moore. They keep me on my toes.

Reviewed for work.

Read this in two sittings: Riveting, educational. A brilliant read.

These first person narratives about Capote have the same feel and nuance of the characters from his novels: evocative, moody, poetic, creepy, and strange.

time to donate my body.