book reports
my favorite sister says
everyone skips
long essay-posts
on books, and i think
she's right.
chelsea handler's my horizontal life:
chelsea's a smart girl, and very funny on tv,
but on paper she just comes across as an alcoholic slut,
totally oblivious to how boring and mean she comes across.
When I told Ivory the next morning about how small his penis was, she said, "Gosh Chels, you didn't need to leave him there, he could have been good at other things."
"Like what?" I asked her. "Math?"
jeanette winterson's lighthousekeeping:
heavy-handed and beautiful,
all about stories and storytelling,
it secretly makes me believe in magic
and poetry again. especially, babel,
the dark priest who tortures his dull wife,
but is capable of love two months out of the year,
who discovers a fossilized seahorse cave,
and keeps two diaries.
Tell me a story, Pew.
What story, child?
One that begins again.
That's the story of life.
But is it the story of my life?
Only if you tell it.
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