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18. August 2009

What the book I’m reading says about me

Filed under: Ha Ha Ha — admin @ 07:34

Like sitting in the park or on the subway with a good read? Well, keep in mind, that outfacing book jacketis saying something about you to others.

Book: Harry Potter (any)
What it says about you: I shave my pubic region.

Book: A Million Little Pieces
What it says about you: I am James Frey.

John Updike (any)
When I make love to my wife I think about Brittany Spears.

The Devil Wears Prada
I wear Prada.

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
I thought this was ‘bout somethin’ else.

Neal Stephenson (any)
I have free passwords to porn sites.

Atlas Shrugged
I was a fine art major at an Ivy League school but now work in finance and desperately need an intellectual justification for my rampant materialism.

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David Sedaris (any)
I am not independently funny.

Amy Tan (any)
I’m datin’ an Asian chick.

Backlash
I will make you wait until the second date before allowing you to sleep with me which will boost my low self esteem.

John Grisham (any)
I secretly like wearing a tie.

Catcher in the Rye
I don’t understand my generation despite being its ultimate paradigm.

Orwell (any)
I think I know what I’m talking about.

Geek Love
My individuality extends to the color of my hair dye.

William S. Burroughs (any)
I wish I had the balls to try heroin.  Instead I smoke dope and then squint my eyes real hard.

Charles Bukowski (any)
I find blue-collar alcoholism noble because I have no idea about either.

The Human Stain
“Portnoy” means nothing to me in particular.

The Well of Loneliness
My husband doesn’t know I’m a lesbian.

Lolita
This book makes my otherwise bone-crushingly boring personality seem edgy.

Jack Kerouac (any)
I secretly want to buy into normal society with a job and a mortgage…

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
One-sided oral sex.

Bridges of Madison County
I haven’t read a new book since 1992.

Earnest Hemmingway (any)
Not even I know I’m gay.

The Nanny Diaries
I make more than $60,000 a year but couldn’t tell you what 7 x 8 is.

Toni Morrison (any)
I’m datin’ a black chick.

Bill Bryson (any)
I’m losing my hair.

Henry Miller (any)
Her:  My husband can’t get it up.
Him: I can’t get it up.

Garrison Keillor (any)
I love books on tape.

Franz Kafka (any)
I’m just putting off grad school for a year while I get some real-life experience. But I’m going to go.  No, really, I am.

Jane Austin (any)
I lost my virginity at prom.

Mark Twain (any)
I read more book reviews than I do books.

White Teeth
I think that Madonna’s latest image makeover as a west-end London slut is daring. Oh yeah, I also say “flat” instead of “apartment” even though I’m from Long Island.

The Hottest State  (by Ethan Hawke)
I am Ethan Hawke’s four-year-old daughter.

Life of Pi
I am a Barnes & Noble advantage club member.

Deepak Chopra (any)
I farted once in yoga class and listed it as my Most Humbling Moment on my Nerve.com profile.

Irving Welsh (any)
I’m just waiting until I get old enough not to have to pretend anymore.

Tucker Max
I’m not smart enough to read Martin Amis.

Edith Wharton (any)
I know what a merkin is for.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
I just love Johnny Depp.

Philip Larkin (any)
Being a huge asshole is funny.

Norman Mailer (any)
I am a book critic for the Tulsa Sentinel.

Prozac Nation
I shop at Wal-Mart but secretly dream about being Jennifer Aniston.

Anne Rice (any)
To me, sexual deviancy is doing it doggy-style.

The Da Vinci Code
When I go to Paris I eat at McDonalds.

Michael Moore (any)
My formerly-liberal left-leaning personal politics are unraveling as I slowly slide into middle-age avarice.

Nickel and Dimed
See Michael Moore (any) above.

Jonathan Franzen (any)
I subscribe to the New Yorker so that I can leave copies of it lying around my apartment to impress visitors.

Seabiscuit
I have been, or will be, divorced in my lifetime.

The Communist Manifesto
I own a Che Guerva t-shirt and want to be famous so desperately that I actually feel physical pain everyday.

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