My father came back from Poland today. As usual he came with gifts. I asked for wooden spoons I received two books. My cousins fiance picked them out. Now I love my cousin, he's awesome, he's a week older then I am and so we were very much raised together, shoot I remember times when we were bathed together. But we are very much different and I have never met his fiance. I guess she is buying me books that she can relate to, they are about women that are ready to have babies, and get married, and do all those, well those womanly things that society expects of us. I have always been so much against that type of thing that I really have no interest in the subjects. I feel like it would be kind of hilarious to send her books about things that I enjoy. I can go light on her and just get her a copy of the Manhattan Call Girl, it is very delicate and tongue in cheek, and rosy.

Never the less I can not find anything else that I would care to read at the moment.