I’m sitting here, in my mildly jet-lagged and highly caffeinated state, reading the disclaimer of Braman’s book where she talks about how she’s not responsible for the water that comes into your life while reading her book. Meanwhile, I can actually feel my hair growing into a flossy, tangled ball of Floridian humidity as my clothes fall into the heavy depression that all clothes succumb to when they pass through the wall of wet that greets them as they disembark the plane. I’m soaking up water. I’m…

When you can’t conceal your laughter on a train full of stern and snippy commuters, you know it’s good. When you consider buying a copy for everyone you know this Christmas, you know it’s good. When you pull it out of your purse on date night and start re-reading parts to your hungry date as he tosses his fork under the table just to be able to hide from your hysterical laughter, and you…

Just finished reading one page of this book after a 3-week hiatus and I’m already giggling. Bloody brilliant! Can you imagine what an effective marketing campaign it would make to simply have people read this book in public? All the spontaneous laughter would surely coax at least a few passers-by to read the back cover.