Book Confessions, 2011.

Hi, I'm Pam and I'm a junk-book-aholic. When I go into my local library and see this kind of trash on the shelf of new books I just can't help myself. Is this a waste of time? Not really. I feel like I learned a tiny bit about what it's like to be a teenager in Alaska. I'd like to say that it's a new year's resolution to stop reading self-serving, badly written memoirs but I can't. Speaking of resolutions, last year's attempt to improve my habits was a bust. I sort of managed to accomplish three of my 12 resolutions (I stopped buying soft drinks, I didn't start knitting any new scarfs, and I reduced by a tiny, tiny bit my yak-yak-yakking), but I'm not sure I'm even going to write up a list this year. Converting my room of horrors into a guest bedroom is my only resolution.