havent been reading books, with the move and the being really sick and the depression (fuck was moving back to alberta a mistake, i dont even want to think about how trapped i feel right now and how little i am connected her emotionally, etc.) anyways back to books...two more

cad by rick morin, which should have been a vapid fuck me tour of a writers upper east side conquests, and ends up being pathetic and tragic---not funny at all, although it is sold that way.

and i dont remember the authour or the title, but the cinderella equvilent of Wicked, which is awful and ridiculously bad and laughable, and not worth anything.