My motivation for reading this book was to get it off my shelf and back on my neighbor’s, who had lent it to me months before. Coupled with the fact that she also brought me a plate of pure sex for Christmas (no one makes better cookies than her), I was beginning to feel like a really lousy neighbor. “But my dog ocassionally tears into your yard, screaming for Kiki the Poodle to come out” I want to scream (let’s ignore the fact that he […]