I Like My Humping Like I Like My Martinis: Dry.

You know I love Penny Reid like most people love coffee in the morning or their vibrator at night. Or in the morning, you do you. Literally. Either way, I am an unabashed fangirl who is fortunate enough that I am given advanced copies of her books, which is good, because if she didn’t, I’d be … Read more…

Fighting Irish (Patriarchy?)

Let me just start by saying this: I hate my ovaries. I hate my uterus. I hate the curse of Eve. I hate the patriarchy. I hate that the vegan pop tarts have no frosting, and I hate that day drinking is considered so gauche–because my uterus says it’d benefit quite a bit from a … Read more…

I Am Still Trying to Think of a Pithy Title.

This book, guys. Perfect fall afternoon. [buy here] Up until late last night I wasn’t sure I was going to write this post. I had and have so many conflicting feelings about whether it was “right” or not. I found myself in this ambiguous space between excitement over a really fun and well-written romance I’d … Read more…

Best Banana Cake

Phallic Foods not Freud.

Would it be weird to write a sonnet about a character? Granted, I am TURRRRIBLE at the sonnetting. I can’t sonnet to save my bonnet. Three quatrains and a couplet. That seems really difficult for a blog post. Plus, there’s all that shit about iambs–I WILL GIVE YOU A HAIKU! (And later? The best banana … Read more…

Big, Beautiful, Unicorn.

First! So, thanks for reading my emo post! The emails were really lovely. Now! I think you all know that I am a Penny Reid sycophant at this point. I love her stuff. I just do. It almost seems redundant at this point to fawn over her books as much as I do. Both on … Read more…