a lil' sumpin' sumpin'

If you're at all a fan of fiction, and like a good beach read -- this one's a winner by my vote. Seriously, I don't read often... and don't really feel like I'm missing much, most times (I do look for entertaining things to read, but rarely will something appeal to me).

Anyway, Jennifer Weiner (pronounced Wine-er, I'm sure) wrote a great book when she wrote 'Good in Bed.' Can't see how a woman wouldn't enjoy it. It's empowering and funny and makes you feel genuine emotion for a fictional character.

If you're looking for a fun read, pick it up. It's got a sequel, but I haven't read it yet. I'll let you know.

Comments

Samsmama said…

That's an excellent book! I love to read but it goes in spurts. I'll read one cover to cover then take 6 months off. I'm trying to get back into it.

Another fun author is Laurie Notaro. Her "Idiot Girls' Action Adventure Club" is a must.

July 22, 2009 at 1:37 PM

revolutionaire. said…

She's got a new one out now, "Best Friends Forever" I think it's called.

I'll look up Laurie Notaro. =) Thanks for the share.

August 10, 2009 at 6:55 AM

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