In spite of its uniformly ecstatic reviews, girl is an entertaining book but not a great one. I intend to write a great one when I grow up; after all I’m only 66. So, if you read girl now, you’ll come off as terrifyingly au courant for having the prescience to read me before I was huge.
Hey, you out there in the blogosphere, how am I doing? Anyone reading this? Any suggestions of how I can reach more blogophiles (blogites? blogians?)?