I’m a Gossip Girl wannabe exploring NYC one novel and mimosa at a time. Publicist by day, Bushwick survivor by night, I spend all of my free time in search of the next great brunch spot and reading myself into credit card debt. I believe that a well-read woman is a dangerous one and in today’s world we need to be as
nasty dangerous as possible. This blog is fueled by 60% coffee, 40% wine and skepticism.
This is the place where I bitch about life, books, and everything in between.