I want to make one thing very clear: I didn't choose this book myself. When I came to work last week, I found that Cara had placed it on my keyboard because, as she said, "This is a Jen book." I was sort of amused that she'd pegged me as a record collector, because I don't think of myself that way. But when I glanced at the cover, inwardly shuddered, and thought I don't want to read some other chick's Top 5 lists... I realized it was aimed directly at women like me.
|I was thisclose to Elvis Costello.|
No zoom was used in the
snapping of this photo, ohno.
|Yes, I STILL want to be |
Susanna Hoffs when I grow up.