"Dude, can I borrow Pimp when you're done?" "And then can I?"

I'd meant to move it before they got here. Now I'm really embarrassed because they know that I'd been reading in the bathroom.

The first time I tried to put a jpeg image here, I got an error message stating that opening it might contaminate my MackBook.
It's got excellent turns of phrase, especially with the adjectival ones. I'm not sure what else it has to recommend it...yet.

He thought I was just being bitchy when I answered his question, "Is it fiction? Biography?" by saying, "Es testimonio".

To ease my splurge-induced capitalist pig consumer guilt,

and feeling über-responsible, I pull the book (50¢) off the shelf and add it to the alarmingly high pile of items in my section of the cart: pink sweaters; cigar shirt; a picture frame just like the one in La flor de mi secreto - the one whose marbles go skittering all over the floor in the desenlace; kick-pleat (and kick-ass, if I do say so myself) brown skirt with pink ribbon and sequin trim; images of La Virgen framed in thick wood, spray-painted gold - hechas en México; brand-new shiny black slingback pointy-toe pumps...

"Here, I brought you this article about hookers!"

At least it doesn't have the same creepy, sinister ring as, "Here, I brought you this article about torture."



Having an extremely hard time with Nancy Gúzman's Romo: Confesiones de un torturador. Santiago: Planeta Chilena, 2000.