I read a lot of trashy books this year. There, I said it.
- Secret Diary Of A Call Girl, by Anonymous Never seen the show, but you can bet the DVDs went right to the top of my Netflix queue after I read this kickass memoir! Secret Diary is based on blog posts written by a “Belle de Jour,” a high-class London prostitute who fell into the profession when she couldn’t find a job after college. She’s witty, she’s thoughtful, and girlfriend can write better than I can! Don’t let the illicit subject matter put you off; I related to just about everything 20-something “Belle” is going through in her life.
- Starbucked: A Double Tall Tale of Caffeine, Commerce and Culture, by Taylor Clark Those Fast Food Nation types of books never interested me much. I mean, who really needs to read a book to know greasy French fries are bad for you? But I’ve forked over hard-earned cash to Starbucks baristas every single day for the past, oh, eight years and eagerly picked up Clark’s book spilling the beans on my favorite vice . (Ha, ha.) It turns out, the history of the coffee, caffeine, coffeehouses, and yes, Starbucks in general, are fascinating. Whether you’re a fan of the company or not, Starbucked will explain to you why there’s 16 Starbucks in your town—and why that’s not necessarily a bad thing for mom-and-pop businesses.