Eight reviews? Obviously, this book succeeded in avoiding fabulousness. For those of you who haven’t seen it, that’s the subtitle. The author dropped her focus on avoiding fabulousness fairly early on the book. This little collection of stories runs about 200 pages and some astute editing could’ve cut it down to about 40. Written in 1986 before the HIV epidemic took off, this book talks about dating, drugs, relationship issues, raising a kid, and the lowlife I Ching.
I’m purging my bookshelves in the slowest possible manner, by reading the things that are on there. I don’t know how long I’ve had this. I do know if I read three books a week I should have some space by the time I’m 90. I did the math. That’s unfortunately correct.