Books! Books! Books!

I find I really have to avoid Bluestockings. I simply can’t seem to go into that store without walking out the door with a minimum of four books. It’s the display table that gets me every time. I go in there looking for something specific, and the next thing I know I have the something specific in my hand plus three more books that I thing I need.

Namely, I needed to pick up a copy of Urban Tantra: Sacred Sex for the Twenty-First Century by Barbara Carrellas. I actually just finished reading the book, but when I bought it originally, I bought the Kindle version even though I knew damn well I was going to want a hardcopy because I just couldn’t wait to have it. I swear, that’s where the book industry makes out on me. Half the time I buy the Kindle version and love the book so much I need to have it on the shelf for reference, then the other half of the time I buy the book and then end up buying the Kindle version too because I don’t want to lug around the book on the train. It’s a racket, I tell ya!

So, what else did I get… The Electric Jesus: The Healing Journey of a Contemporary Gnostic by Jonathan Talat Phillips, which I’m not really sure what to expect about but it seemed remotely interesting and I like reading about people’s spiritual awakenings and such so I figured it might be interesting.

Dirty! Dirty! Dirty!: Of Playboys, Pigs, and Penthouse Paupers-An American Tale of Sex and Wonder by Mike Edison, which I mostly picked up because I laughed my ass off at his last book, I Have Fun Everywhere I Go: Savage Tales of Pot, Porn, Punk Rock, Pro Wrestling, Talking Apes, Evil Bosses, Dirty Blues, American Heroes, and the Most Notorious Magazines in the World. Jeez Louise, that man picks fucking long book titles.

Then finally, the absolutely fantastic Erika Lopez‘s first book, Flaming Iguanas: An Illustrated All-Girl Road Novel Thing to which there was no option in regard to whether I bought it or not because it’s Erika FUCKING Lopez. Oh yeah, and you should buy her other book, The Girl Must Die: A Monster Girl Memoir because quite frankly… that’s just required reading.

I guess I’ll just keep my nose stuck in a book for awhile.

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