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.
I forced the husband to go with me to see Gone With the Wind in theater yesterday and decided to celebrate the fact that he didn't divorce me over it by finally reading Scarlett. I don't have good feelings about it thus far, but oh well, I'm going to get my HEA.