I‘ve only read one book in June. One! Started several....now, this on audio. I have attempted a few Jennifer McMahon books in the past, but they never held my interest much. This one‘s different.
I fell asleep while listening to this one. Woke up a bit hyper-vigilant, looking for creeps. I may have to read a paper copy because I really have to pay better attention to these details. DNF on audio
This author really likes to describe people as “plucky.” Like, really. She‘s used it 4x already. ‘I‘ve never used that word in my life. Not a bad book, although very similar to Dreamland that I read a bit ago.
I‘ve been having a hard time fitting in reading. Too much to do. Here‘s a global commentary on plastic waste.
We ain‘t nothing but a nation of goddam chickenshit, horseshit, tattletale, pissy-ass, whiny, fat, flabby, out of shape, Facebook-looking damn twerkfest, peaking out the windows, and slipping around, listening in on the cellphones and spying in the peepholes and peeping in the crack of the goddamn door, and listening in the fucking sheet rock.
You know--Mr. Putin, please show some fucking mercy. I mean, come on, drop a fucking bomb, won‘t you?
Break from the work cubicle. I still can‘t believe I work within a cube. Beautiful day!
This book is meh.
Not giving a fuck does not mean being indifferent; it means being comfortable with being different. My #cognitivetherapy