My name is Aoife, and I am a bookaholic. I genuinely have a problem, resulting in a book buying ban and a need for a brand new bookshelf. You can find me at my local bookaholics anonymous meeting. Or in a bookshop.
This tag, which will hopefully cure me even just a little, was taken from Donna over at Chocolate n Waffles.
I am possibly one of the most cynical people I know. I don’t even know the reason why, but it seems throughout my life I have very little tolerance when it comes to romance. I am the only person I know who didn’t cry at the end of The Notebook. Maybe something happened somewhere in my life that turned me off the idea of a happy ever after. Or I was just born with a heart of impenetrable stone.
Much as I love fiction, I do also love a little bit of non fiction from time to time. I admit, most of the non fiction books I read tend to be celebrity autobiographies. Even then, a lot of them are comedians. I’m not saying I have form, but yeah, I have form.
Some of these are a little based on the writer’s stand up routines, so you do need to keep in mind that if you’ve seen their shows it’s going to be more than a little familiar. If you’ve got a funny bone, you’ll really love these.
This book did not fit any of my challenge criteria.
Blurb:
Sexting. Virginity. Consent. The Big O … Let’s face it, doing it can be tricksy. I don’t know anyone (including myself) who has sex all figured out. So I’ve written a book full of honest, hilarious (and sometimes awkward) anecdotes, confessions and revelations.
Challenge criteria: A book with an unreliable narrator or ambiguous ending
Blurb:
‘I would like to make things beautiful, but a tawdry and repulsive kind of beauty. A braver sort than people have from birth. Sexy zombies on a bicep. That sort of thing.’
