Smart Bitches Have Corrupted Me
My dearest, most darling Sofa is travelling in Europe for three weeks, seeing her family in Belgium and enjoying the sights before buckling down to attend law school. This means I am apartment sitting, which means I am living in Manhattan part-time to make sure her abode doesn’t…I don’t know, burn down or something. (Sofa has a deadly fear of fires.)
It also means that I have no access to the internet, and as we all know, JJ crumbles without internet access. No wi-fi means that JJ spends the entire day re-reading THE SWEET FAR THING by Libba Bray. Upon rereading the GEMMA DOYLE trilogy, I liked them a lot more. The first time I read them, I wasn’t especially enamoured—although I thought each book got better. THE SWEET FAR THING remains the best (and the one that caused me to leave a semi-incoherent fangirly comment on Bray’s blog at 3:00am after I finished) and I sobbed like a baby at the ending.
What is this? I grow more sentimental with age, it seems.








