Terri over at Kentucky’s Barefoot and Progressive once read a big book out of spite which lead her to write a great post.
Here’s the spite:
We parted ways, of course. Maybe it was the Icehouse and peppermint schnaaps. Maybe it was the women’s studies classes. We just never really clicked. No hard feelings, though. It was mutual. We tried to get back together not long after college, but I realized he was patronizing, unemployed, union-hating mooch and our split left me with a very bad taste in my mouth. But still, woman that I am, I knew the problem had to be me.
Here’s the book.