Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen…My great grandfather on my Dad’s side supposedly hopped a train in Oneida, NY and joined the circus for a few years. Reading this is making me want to do a little research and see if those family legends are true. If you’re into Depression era history, animals, and the old roadshows, this is a must read.
Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler (think: Are you there, God? It’s Me Margaret). I’m on summer “break” and caught her interview on the Today show this morning. You can actually check out the first chapter here.This part had me laughing:
The problem with being the youngest of six children is that my father had me when he was forty-two years old, resulting in what I like to refer to as “severe generational gappage.” That, coupled with the fact that he was born without the embarrassment gene, left us little in common. It would have seemed completely appropriate to my father for me to hold a press conference in the school’s auditorium the next day, wearing a helmet with a maxipad stuck to my forehead while announcing into a microphone that I’ve been a “bad, bad girl, and I’ve also been known to sh*t in my pants.”
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