Done...

So Weisberger's book was a good/easy read. She writes better than your average chicklit author, which sometimes confuses the reader into thinking they're reading something other than a souped-up romcom. Then expectations get a bit too high, and you might be left feeling like it was kind of a vanilla novel. This is what happened with me... and then I took a step back and thought hey now, this is chicklit, and just because Weisberger's writing is better than chicklit doesn't mean she should be penalized for that. So, in a nutshell, it was a fun story, an easy read, entertaining, the whole nine yards. Was it as break-out as Devil? No, but that's probably because a debut novel happens only once, and then people start expecting things from you. Gross. Anyway, if you want a fun beach read, pick it up. If you're not a huge fan of Weisberger's you can probably wait until it comes out in paperback. And if you're not a huge fan of reading in general, this will probably become a movie eventually (or at least I see potential), so you can see it there.

So it's Sunday and there's one last, precious, weekend day. How I miss college. Even though those Sundays were also full of dread (reading/papers/exams/problem sets), they still felt like Sundays. And Mondays don't feel like these Mondays. I can't wait to go back to school. Too bad it costs money. Poop. Anyway, as you can see, another book has entered the docket over on the right hand side. I've literally bought around 20 books in the last 3 weeks. Yup, nearing bankruptcy because of books. (Kidding). I'm just going to lounge around, relax, clear my mind, work on GRE prepping, and try to finish (for once and for all) Bill Bryson's book.