This book was clearly written for men. Stone Barrington is a billionaire bad ass who gets laid constantly, is good at everything, is besties with the president, and like every important person in government here and in the UK, oh and saves Los Angeles from nuclear annihilation. No biggie. I read this in less than three hours, because it was the only thing available to me on the psych ward. I’ll say this for it: it was better than staring at the wall for three hours.


This stuff is awesome, and it’s only like $12. I picked it up on a whim at Ulta, and it’s working better for me than any of my expensive brands. It’s very buildable, long lasting, and isn’t flaking.

To be fair, I’m also using Burt’s Bees Facial Oil, which has resurrected my dry af skin.

Unfiltered pic:

Ignore the red marks on my nose: those are from my glasses.


I’m crying as I write this review. This book touched my heart in a way that hasn’t happened in some time.

This historical fiction is about packhorse librarians in the Appalachian Mountains around 1935. But more than that, it is a celebration of love, reading, and female friendship. I absolutely adored it. I have all the feels right now. I’m so sad that the story is over.