And the sex isn’t implied, kids, it’s X-rated (nipple clamps, hot wax, third parties, and David Spade). Not only will couples share guffaws, they will get all simpatico with Evans’s discoveries. As a result, we compartmentalize the author as an aberration, a freak show. And he knows how stupid that is in the face of all that happy. Evans found his visits akin to completing a “giant puzzle, and over time the picture grew a little clearer.” As with many other people, Evans’s ultimate salvation comes from parenting his own children, from giving them the empathy, love, and guidance that he, in fact, needs. How To Take Over Teh Wurld: A LOLcat Guide 2 Winning. Finally, a simple and effective way to catalog and provide access to ebooks by local authors and build a community around indie writing! Perhaps the logical upshot of my Extra Credit reads, this features more sweetly charming pictures of cute animals coupled with foul and totally inappropriate rants against the pictured species. Just because you have tiny little flightless penguin wings that you are spreading like you want to give me a big bear hug and I can see your cute little penguin feet peeking out from under your penguin belly and you are an emperor penguin which is like a king does NOT mean that you are the king of the world, jerk.” Greive, Bradley Trevor & Rachael Hale. It argues the titular case at book length and puts it quite simply: dogs are social; cats are sociopaths. Grandma’s Dead: Breaking Bad News with Baby Animals.
Scarred by an image-crazed mother, Frankel went on what became the first of many diets at age 11. Frankel also reveals her profound inner struggles with image and her obsession with shape and calories. Y’all might bond over his triumphs, or make fun of the book’s syrupiness, but it’s quite readable.
Thoughtful and considered, this book takes the science of canines, removes the abrasive bark, and presents readers with a palatable, rather loving portrait of the inner lives of dogs. The title presents an interesting conundrum: the more I read, the less I wanted to know because in order to be a responsible person, I’d have to change my entire big, fat American diet. Bernie is hired by attractive, divorced Cynthia to find her missing teenage daughter. Sporadic action, fennel tea, and the almost complete inscrutability of the narrator might put you off, but for something different, this shoe fits like a pair of Manolos.
But it’s more than “feedlots are gross”—Masson takes pains to show the environmental impact of all that nasty and conveys animal welfare considerations. Chet notices, for example, things that we only dimly realize: “[h]ands are the weirdest thing about humans, and the best: you can find out just about everything you need to know by watching them.” And also fascinating things, like a room being messy. Names are unfamiliar, manners are peculiar, and customs are weird, as when our hero spits on a mirror to ward off the evil eye.
But before anyone can get married they have to go through the process of getting to know a person and pursuing love for them (at least if you practice the Western tradition of pursuing marriage).
It’s also hard, excruciating, joyful, hurtful, and incredibly fulfilling — at least this is what married people tell me, and from watching them, I believe it.