I just finished reading “But Enough About Me” by Jancee Dunn. I loved it, loved it, loved it. One chapter is titled “No, none for me thanks: What to do when your subject offers you heroin”. I read the chapter title and then had to go do something else for a few minutes, but I puzzled over it until I returned to the book to read the chapter. The answer for me was in the first few words – Scott Weiland. Har har har.
Anyway, for any music geek, it was an awesome read. I recognized the author’s name (She wrote for Rolling Stone when I was a subscriber) and really was glad that it turned out to be good.
Sadly, I cannot give the same rave to Baby Proof. This is the newest book by the writer behind one of my favorite books, Something Borrowed (which I like so well I literally will start over again when I finish it each time – thank heavens sometimes the library helps me to end the cycle). I’m not going to get into the plot much but it just didn’t do it for me. I guessed the ending, read the ending, was wrong, still didn’t care. Usually the fun for me is seeing how we get from Point A (the start) to Point Z (the end), especially when I guess right. But this one just left me cold. Oh, well. Thank you, Cheesecake City-County Library for making it possible for me to not waste money on books that end up sucking. (But yeah, you should really get Something Borrowed).