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.
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