I would leave my husband for Tina Fey. I want to grow old with her.
That is all.
(OK, that’s not all. There’s also the fact that this book is effing hilarious- the introduction alone had me giggling in the store before I bought it, and the parts about birth and breastfeeding made me cry from the funny-because-it’s-true. I want the audiobook version now, please and thank you.)
Please feel free to nominate this post for any “worst and least insightful book reviews ever” awards you know. I know of none, but it would be an honour just to be nominated. For anything.
disregard the prologue 
February 28th, 2013 at 3:51 pm
Congratulations! I’ve nominated you for the Worst and Least Insightful Book Review Ever blogger award. To participate, sing the alphabet backwards and post pictures of your pet vermicious knids while writing a haiku about Batman. 😉
February 28th, 2013 at 5:29 pm
Shoot, I have everything but the vermicious knids. 😦
(Which autocorrect wants me to call vermiculite kinds)