Furiously Happy
In my twitter feed, I glanced at a post from a librarian. I like librarians. It’s part of my Virgo fetish, which, at this point, will remain totally unrequited. I know my limits.
Still, I was looking for something to occupy me while the eye doctor’s assistant put those drops in my eyes.
That librarian’s twitter feed recommeded a book called Furiously Happy. Having read about it elsewhere, I quickly checked the local library, online, and grabbed the book.
Another funny story about a serious topic.
Shrug.
Granted, it is mordantly funny in places. Yes, good stuff. However, it is more like a weblog than a book. I applaud the premise, but I checked the book back in before I read more than a third of it.
Just another crazy writer in Texas.
Who knew?
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