This won’t be a long review. For some reason I just can’t seem to put my feelings in words for this book, which sometimes happens for books. However, I still feel like I want to write something, so here goes. 🙂
Mom and I stood a safe distance from the upholstered chair of People’s magazine’s Most Beautiful Man of 1990-something in the living room of an opulent Hollywood Hills mansion. His in-need-of-some-manscaping feet were stuck in a mini-aquarium of hundreds of swarming fish and he jumped every time one took a nibble at a callus.
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Sometimes it seems like all I ever do is lie.
My mom thinks I’m repressing my feelings about this. I say to her, ‘No, Mom, I’m not. I think it’s really neat. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.’
Mom says, ‘I don’t think you’re being honest with me.’
Then she hands me this book. She tells me she wants me to write down my feelings in this book, since, she says, I obviously don’t feel I can talk about them with her.
She wants me to write down my feelings? OK, I’ll write down my feelings:
I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE’S DOING THIS TO ME!