Sell Your Boobs by Lisa Hanawalt

It seems appropriate that the only book from the full yellow backpack I managed to get through this winter break (Christmas, New year's, my birthday) spent up in the bay area was Sell Your Boobs by Lisa Hanawalt. I feel a lot better reading a book called "Sell Your Boobs" written by a woman, I hope this isn't a cruel trick like Ashley Wood pulled on me with Tank Girl...still recovering from that one. What I liked about this little book was the boobs and the pooping. Girls talking about pooping is always great. Hm, did I mention it's a small book? Apparently it's so small that now that I'm back home, I can't seem to find it anywhere. This will make it hard for me to draw strong conclusions about what I learned but I think I learned that girls can be just as fucked up with their inner monologues as boys. I also learned the fables about how different animal's assholes got to be their precise colors and how the new spring fashion line will fit up your ass. All in all, I think my book reports are off to a strong start, don't you?