Why Girls Are Weird

Author: Pamela Ribon

I finished this book last night and I have to admit, although I don't usually read chick lit as a rule... this will probably make it to the top of my list for one of my favorite books this year. What I loved about this book was Ana's rants... then came to how much I could relate to the book where you generally get to know people through the Internet, and although it seems like these people aren't real, they are and you come to realize that you can form friendships on the Internet. I was happy when Ana finally realized that the girl she was writing about was herself all along, that this "3rd person" objective view on the character was in fact her. Anna K was indeed Anna Koval. However one of the aspects of Ana that I thought was funny was that even though she had all her friends and family around her, she still felt alone, as if Ian, Kurt, or any other man would make her happier. Even when she was single she still didn't truly live that life, or try to enjoy it. I thought she would have been much nobler to be happy with the state she was in currently before jumping into another relationship... but that's my opinion. Anyway, I'm glad that I read this book, gave me an interesting insight. Of course, I don't think I'll be starting any blogs about my personal life anytime soon... Like Anna said... you'll have to ask me. However to end this entry up, let me share one of my favorite parts of this book... but there were many others..."After Becca left I opened the drawer, pulled out a measuring tape, and measured out forty-six inches. If my hips were laid out flat, they would be almost four feet long. Holy shit. My hips were almost as tall as I was. How much ass is that? How much fucking ass is that? That's an assload of ass. My refrigerator, minus the freezer, was the size of my ass. My entertainment center, from VCR to television, was the size of my ass. I continued measuring things around my apartment, moving from room to room with my arms outstretched, the measurement tape pulled taunt between my fingers. I was a measurement zombie - eyes bulging and my mind swimming as I walked stiff-legged through the heat from one target to another. You could fit three Taylors (her cat) on my ass. You could store all of my clothes in my ass. My bed? As wide as my ass." (Pgs 64-65)Another page to look at that I found particularly funny... Pgs. 68-72 Heh... ok. :-)

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