Again maybe it’s just unfair for me to review books like this

Oh, Oh the Moon.

I guess I hate whimsy and preciousness. I really must hate them both. Because. Because when I read things like this I have the feelings that someone is messing with me. It’s the same kind of feeling of when someone starts telling you about their self-published book or their one-person show. And you see it all as a test, right. It’s a test to see if you can tell if you are the star of their one-person show and the joke is how you will react to what you are given.

Sometimes I even have this problem where I think everyone must be on a more or less even playing field so when someone hands you a book it must have been vetted and published for a reason. So I read it, and afterward, I am like…..no, no I must be the one who is wrong here and don’t get it. How else could I read an entire book, think the art is ok, but then every single word in the book is complete nonsense, and not in the good way? How else! So maybe I should vow to stop reading books like this. But I keep getting tricked. Why else would the library have it? Why else when I looking for Edith Wharton books would the library have this not that far away on the same shelf. Clearly there must be a reason why tax dollars were spent to purchase this book.

Well maybe we’ve all been tricked.