I've cringed and laughed. I've uttered "oh fuck"I've been thinking about how to review this book and I still don't have the answer. Lidia exposes herself. Her words are raw and beautiful. I recommend taking your time when reading her words. Let the words simmer and roll around in your head. ...
How do you write a review for a book like this? It deserved five stars after the second sentence. It made me cry in a coffee shop in front of strangers. Critics have weirdly pitched this as a book for women but that's absolute bullshit; everyone needs to read this, especially men. I don't mean "r...
I can't really add anything that hasn't been written already about this captivating, off beat, brilliant book. It is so different from anything I've read before, I loved it. Refreshing, funny and mind bending. I usually save a five star rating for books that teach me something. What this book tau...
I would do anything. Anytime. Anywhere. I was using my body as a sexual battering ram. On anyone and anything available. In fact, you might say I sexualized my entire existence. It seemed to work a lot like alcohol and drugs. If you did it enough, you didn’t have to think or feel anything but MMM...
After she has moved through the rooms and faces, the déjà vu and pulse, the light and shadow of Prague—the mother of cities—and entered its black-and-blue night. After she has taken the performance artist—spoiled brat—to the apartment of a Russian washed-up gymnast turned sculptor—dearest friend—...
OCCASIONALLY AVE MARIA’S RICH AS FUCK MOTHER “treats us to lunch.” On the top floor of some mega-lame high-rise downtown. About once a month. I’m pretty sure that’s how often Ave Maria sees her moneyspawner. But I don’t care. Rich people food is fun to photograph with your iPhone and you can stea...