Tonight my sister and I were talking about how lonely it can be to be alone. She doesn't talk about her personal life much on her excellent blog, so I won't go into her business here, but suffice it to say that the good men of Chicago are totally missing out on one hot, intelligent, gainfully employed and funny young woman. Shame on them.
She told me it's hard for me to imagine being in her shoes, and I know she's right. I've talked about that with other single friends. It is nearly impossible to imagine being in someone else's relationship or someone else's lack of a relationship. We only have our own compasses with which to navigate. Sometimes, though, it helps to read the stories of others.
Which leads me to my latest review: The Honeymoon's Over: True Stories of Love, Marriage and Relationships. I'm going to have to beat Hachette to start sending me bad books, or ya'll are going to think I've gone soft, but I loved this one, too. God, the writing!
