I grabbed this book from mi Amor's bookshelf and packed it in my purse. I needed something to read while I sat in the orthodontist's waiting room. I usually love having a justifiable reason for perusing the waiting room's magazine rack, but I'm trying to wean myself from my Pop Culture obsession. "More good books, less magazines," I tell myself as I let three people go ahead of me in the WalMart line so I can finish reading what's going on between Jen and Angelina.
I'm diggin' the message that this book's cover is sending out; sleep, solitude, and a really nice bod. Yes, please. I'll take all of that. Hopefully the book will prove to be as good as its cover. It's a guarantee because mi Amor doesn't house trash on his bookshelves.