the dirty bishop

A Young Lady and The Dirty Bishop.

So I’m reviewing a YA/NA book today, and I made a cocktail to go with it. I’m not encouraging underage drinking–I’m encouraging drinking and below-age reading. Also, I like naming cocktails, and “The Dirty Bishop” just sounds so London finery bar, right? Of course right. A few weeks ago, April White offered me a copy … Read more…

Bibliophrenia…It’s a thing.

Up is down. Left is right. Richard Marx seemingly has a new album…(It’ll never be another “Should’ve Known Better”…the botox prevents him from moving his mouth properly.) One thing that hasn’t changed is that I’m still reading an absurd amount of books. I have a crippling fear that I’ll one day have to spend a … Read more…

Booze, Books, Battlestar Galactica.

Ok, or not. ┬áHere’s the thing, I’ve once again been relegated to the damnable treadmill and elliptical because, reasons. MOTHER LORD ABOVE THOSE ARE BORING MACHINES. It’s as though they stare at you as you approach them. You can hear their chatter “woosh, woosh, I make your eleventh-grade chem teacher seem interesting.” (mine was a … Read more…