Oprah's Book Club is back

I admit it, I often liked the book selections of Oprah's book club, I am a chick after all. When the book club turned to more "classic" (which apparently means anything written more than 15 years ago by one of Oprah's friends or by someone that is dead) literature I didn't really pay attention to the selections because many were books that I read in the ninth grade, like "Cry the Beloved Country." However, after an outcry (begging, pleading and serious whining) from writers, Oprah (more likely Oprah's staff) has started choosing contemporary literature once again. The first book is "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey. It's a little different than some selections, one, it's written by a man and two, it's a memoir not a novel. I actually read this book last year and have recommended it many times over (so there Oprah's minions, I am SO much cooler than you).
But since it will now be in every nook and cranny of your local Borders/ Barnes and Noble/ or other bland bookstore chain, I am recommending the book to you again(dear reader).
I'm going to start my own book recommendations on this blog soon, I know you can't wait. Authors are going to beg me to get on the list, sales will go through the roof on my choices...

Dead skunks and cat fights

There’s really not much to tell about my life right now. My sleep was rudely interrupted this morning by a cat fight on top of me around 3:30. There is nothing like 2 cats that weigh a combined 30 pounds trying to duke it out for the spot on the bed next to me. I kicked them out of my room 3 times before they forgot there was a problem and wandered off.I tried to fall asleep only to have the smell of skunk wafting into my bedroom window. A quick peak out the window confirmed a dead, very flat skunk down the street. Dead skunks make me really happy even though this usually means a smelly skunk. I have no love loss for the skunk; frankly I have one too many skunk stories to tell for someone of my age and beauty.
I gave up trying to go back to sleep about an hour after that and read a book. It wasn’t even a good book.
As I said when I began this short post, there really isn’t much to tell…

She's my favorite.