Saturday, August 19, 2006


I'm sad right now, because I just finished reading Why Moms are Weird by Pamela Ribon - aka Pamie of - and I have to say I didn't love it. I was so sure I would. I even waited to buy it until after the show was over so I could totally concentrate on it, because I was positive it would be one of the best reads of the summer for me. Not so much. I mean, I liked it, and it didn't suck or anything, but I love reading her blog so much more than I enjoyed reading the book. There were some touching moments in it, particularly when the character was talking about her father who had died, but other than that, I give it a resounding "eh."

I wanted to love it so much!


lgaumond said...

Oh no! I want to love it, too. Now I'm afraid to read it. Can I borrow it from you?

Flann said...

I just finished it and I ... really liked it, even though I started it thinking I wouldn't. Maybe that's the secret? Or maybe I just had a really weird night and needed to inhabit a world totally different than my own for awhile.