Reality can be ugly enough. The story in the Star Ledger about the man who shot his girlfriend and boiled her head made me want to read something light and fluffy.
So I went to the library looking for a diversion and found some chick lit, You Had Me at Goodbye, by Tracey Bateman.
The problem with browsing at the library is that the call numbers cover up the colophons. Had I been able to see the full spine I would have known that this was Christian literature disguised as ordinary chick lit.
I wanted to read about how a heroine improbably solves her problems with skinny lattes and stilettos.
I was hoodwinked.
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