Geeky Mimi

I’m proud to read YA novels with cringe worthy covers. It’s like a secret: The person next to me on the train is reading terrible snake oil book, full of un-ironic poetry inspired by garbage cans, and he’s thinking “I am so much more intellectual than that frivolous young woman reading a book with a cow carrying a gnome on the cover.” He thinks I’m reading something that must taste like bubble gum and Am Not Improving Myself. What he doesn’t know is that my bubble gum book is secretly brussels sprouts and NOT ONLY is it as nutritious as a Summer Solstice day, full of literary merit and wonderful word play but it is also entertaining as fuck.