How reading Chick Lit changed my summer

As a young adult I don’t think I am abnormal for admitting that over the past few years I have spent more time watching Netflix, than I have spent reading anything at all. This realization for an English graduate who once had a passion for autobiographies and mystery novels is depressing all the same. Once I recognized that the last book I read in its entirety, Something Blue by Emily Giffin, was over a year ago, I was inspired to take a trip to my local library.

I love the library because I am a young millennial and I am “I go to brunch on Sundays” poor. I am also a firm believer that more things in life should work like the library. It’s a fantastic honor system at its roots. Now if only someone would give me a card for free shoes and say Yes, I will return them in 3 weeks and pay a fine if I don’t.” I should patent that idea.

So back to the aisles of dusty books in the quaint town that I live in.. I searched the alphabetized aisles, taking judging a book by its cover to a whole new level. I eventually stumbled upon Jodi Picoult and I recalled high school age Allison who was emotionally invested in her bestseller My Sister’s Keeper. I also remember being appalled by the movie inspired by the book a few years after, with an entirely different ending.

I picked up Small Great Things by the aforementioned Ms. Picoult, because I felt like I needed some small greatness in my life. I was right.

The story was controversial, but relatable. With all of the shenanigans being broadcast in the news lately, it just seems way too possible. A white supremacist male sued a dedicated black female nurse because his baby died. Even though he told her not to touch that baby.

I don’t want to spoil the end, but some small great things happen. And yet again I found myself passionate about the fictional life of a character that was dreamt up in Jodi Picoult’s mind.

I’d be lying if I said this book got me back on the bandwagon; reading more than watching Netflix. Frankly, that’s not going to happen. But I did return to the library 3 weeks later with the overly ambitious need to check out 3 more books. And it’s been 2 weeks and I honestly have not even opened up 2 of them… but I am a few chapters into another fantasy world that was showcased on the Light Beach Reading shelf at the library. And although I am roughly 800 miles from the ocean, without the ability to take a vacation until at least mid October, I am living vicariously through some chick lit and the happy way that makes me feel has already changed my summer.

*Insert foot in mouth here*

After anyone pounds out an essay the first thing they want to do is write more?


Well, actually in my case yeah.. but that’s because it’s typing for random people about stuff I like. Not, woman’s suffrage.

Although I like being about to vote.

And I… *insert foot in mouth here*

What the hell just came on my spotify?

Hold on.

I know this barely counts as normal blogging, because I’m pretty much talking to myself.. but it’s been a fairly sheltered sunday. Library and dorm with a few friends. I need to talk.

Btw the song on spotify? Get the party started by Pink. Didn’t really go with Norah Jones that well.. thats all.

My roomate went home for the weekend. It’s an odd concept, living by “myself” for 2 days. My 2 days were consumed with movies and madness.

It was great.

Ugh. Ya know what I don’t like about watches?

When typing they get in the way.. but I really want a new watch. A dark brown one from Fossil, in honor of fall.


The proper time to purchase would have been labor day weekend at the outlets after all, the watches were b1g1 50%. Which is huge.

But as you dedicated readers know, I have kate and kate is all I neeeeeeed.


*clicks on kate spade website*

It really sucks not having a job guys.