Wallflower at the Orgy

I’m running behind this week, which I could lie and chalk up to something altruistic—”So sorry, I’ve been busy curing cancer”—or even something moderately acceptable, like watching the Republican National Convention, but the truth is that I’ve been doing none of those things (no really, I haven’t been curing cancer). The truth is I’ve been out of pocket because I’m too busy watching two seasons of The Vampire Diaries in less than two weeks. The truth is that Netflix is ruining my life.

Fortunately for all of us, I have a backlog of books to review, and I’m going on vacation next week (worry not, the laptop is coming), during which time I’ll spend my days riding bikes, lounging by pools, eating foods with cheese in/on them, and reading. I may even do some of those things at the same time. Long story short, there are plenty of reviews ahead, and theoretically plenty of blog posts from a more insightful and upbeat, and less stressed and cynical, version of myself. But we are talking the Jersey shore here, so let’s not get too optimistic.