It's 5:30 on Monday evening and I have not yet gotten out of bed. God, I miss lazy long weekends. Read the last 500 pages of Last Chance Saloon today. I enjoyed it a lot. I'll have to pick up some more of her books this summer.

Ever since my chicklit friend J lent me Claire Calman's I Like It Like That two months ago, I've been reading nothing but. Every book I read is interesting, and satisfying, but it's like I've eaten fast-food. I feel full, but crave more from my experience. According to J, you never really get the whole experience from this type of literature.

But why not? Why can't someone write something modern and "girlie" that actually says something? Why does it always have to fade out when Girl Gets Boy Back? Why does Girl Go Back on Longly Held Beliefs and Have 2.3 Kids With Her Proudly Beaming Formerly Estranged Mother Standing By? Why can't we see that life's not always summed up in the epilogue?

I blame Renée Zellweger.