To My Most Illustrious Fan: Amazon

Dear Amazon,

It's been a long time since we last spoke. I am sorry if your feelings have been hurt. Even though I gave you my credit card number when I was researching Jews during the Civil War era, I didn't really expect it to go beyond that. I know I have an account with you and everything, but I actually just joined Barnes and Noble...I appreciate your reading the previous blogpost and offering to sell me Sue Fishkoff's book on the Lubavitcher Rebbe, which I actually have flipped through in the past, but I want you to stop. I get most of my loving at the library.

No hard feelings.

Yaelle

Book Candy: Brain Food for the T.V. Lover

I have discovered a new literary genre. I call it Book Candy. Though I am naturally attracted to quality trash like "America's Next Top Model," "16 and Pregnant" and "Glee" (though Sue Sylvester is NOT trash and never will be), I feel unfulfilled after spending hours of my life on it.

Enter Book Candy. That quick 200 pages of journalism-style biography. Or 160 pages vindicating alternative life choices. It's like reality TV in book form. And I love it. It's quick. It's entertaining. It distracts me from my responsibilities and helps me go over my grammar.

So far I've read "Unchosen: The Secret Lives of Hasidic Rebels" and "Chicken Soup With Chopsticks: A Jew's Search for Truth in an Interfaith Relationship." What will be next, you ask? Well, I'm hoping to continue with "Mystics, Mavericks and Merrymakers" (about the lives of Hasidic girls), and gently ease myself into good old Jonathan Safran Foer and Franz Kafka.

Indeed, my friends. This rocky mountain kreplach fiend has paused from prowling Megavideo. She's grabbed her library card by the bar code and shall consume Book Candy forever more. Or, at the very least, until "Glee" and "America's Next Top Model" return to prime-time.