Just a punk hippie, book obsessed chick sharing my quite biased opinions on books and whatever else flips my skirt at the time. Especially if it's about kitties. Or Jim Morrison.
Oh wow. I actually gagged a little reading the most recent scene. And hugged my breasts while being incredibly grateful that they haven't been electrocuted so much that they exploded, splattering fat all over my blinds. It was an awkward moment.