i let popular culture affect what i decide to read.
and rather than hiding it away in my dirty little closet of chic-flick secrets, i am CONFESSING that....
i watched this:
which made me pick up a re-read of this:
in a world of pinafores and wit,
mme. bookling
i am already regretting the confession.
because i am a snob. i like being a snob.
but if i feign a humble confession, then it becomes charming.
right?
don't answer that.
