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…