Books of the month

Jodi Picoult likes to hurt us. I hate her books. They are all about sick babies or teenagers gone horribly astray, or cancer, or all those things combined. We get to know the family and friends and observe the ensuing wreckage upon them all. The mom is always this God Awful Martyr whose pain we feel and whose single minded devotion to her children we admire.
This author likes to rip off a scab, rub salt in the wound, then make you feed the scab to your very best friend knowing that it will kill her dead but only after you sue her and sleep with her husband, because if you don't do all that horrible stuff then your baby will perish in a slow painful way. I just don't need this shit.
I'm just waiting for Kim from Atlanta's Real Housewives to come back. Watching her screw NeNe over is some drama I can enjoy without wanting to put my head in the oven.
"KAFKA" is a little something I picked up in the comicbook store. I'm thinking I'd like to be able to use the term "Kafkaesque" much more frequently. I don't think I sound nearly pompous enough as it is, so you know, be on the lookout for that, along with some catchy Yiddish phrases. When I write my review of "Housewives" episodes I'll be spicing up my terminology. If this does not give you a reason to keep getting out of bed every day then I just don't know how to help you.
"Eat Pray Love" was given to me by a well meaning friend because I am so dang bitchy. It's about this ho who is all sad & lonely & needy & weepy until she learns Italian and gets spiritual and finds inner peace blah blah blah haven't really read much yet, but from what I understand, by the end she is skipping through sunlit fields with joyful abandon to a degree which is seldom seen outside of TV commercials for feminine hygiene products. I'll have to do some kind of follow-up on this one.
Just know that if I suddenly stop blogging that I have:
1) discovered deep inner happiness leaving me nothing to bitch about
2) lost myself in some Kafkaesque introspection
3) offed myself because of GODDAMN Jodi Pocoult and her friggin maudlin bullshit.