And by it, I mean reading books. Obviously.

Here is what is on my to-read list this spring. You know, if I ever make it through last year’s top 10 summer reads.

1. Let’s Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir) by Jenny Lawson aka The Bloggess – I actually have no idea what this book is about but I pre-ordered it from Amazon months ago so I kind of have to read it. Plus, The Bloggess did try to save my marriage. Nice try, Jenny. Nice try.

2. A Grown-Up Kind of Pretty by Joshilyn Jackson – I can never pass up a juicy story about Mississippi women and the secrets of their youth. See also: Divine Secrets of The Ya-Ya Sisterhood.

3. White Girl Problems by Babe Walker – I’ll momentarily forgive her for titling her newsletter Oh, hey.

4. The Woman Who Went To Bed For A Year by Sue Townsend – Mainly because that’s what I’d like to do right this very second. Go to bed for a year. Or at least until next Tuesday.

5. In One Person by John Irving – A bisexual man in his 60s reflects on the wilder moments of his youth during the 1980s. Intrigued? I am.

6. The Flame Alphabet by Ben Marcus – I’m totally not into metaphysical, post-apocalyptic, horror stories, but the buzz around this one piqued my interest. Who among us has never wished we could slowly killing our parents just by speaking? (PS – love you Mom & Dad.)

7. The Odditorium by Melissa Pritchard – Eight vivid and fascinating stories that are seemingly unrelated, except for the fact that they all really happened.

8. Girl Land by Caitlin Flanagan – Being a girl is hard, yo. This book tackles the biological and cultural milestones for girls today and will very likely whiz right over my head.

9. Smut by Alan Bennett – It’s all about sex. We’ll just put this one on the top of the pile.

10. The Flight of Gemma Hardy by Margo Livesey – Jane Ayre set in the 1960s? Sure. Why not?

I’m currently reading Marriage Confidential and there’s all sorts of heavy talk about feminism and the “have it all” mentality. Meanwhile, I can’t stop busting into the Enjoli commercial (complete with dramatic arm motions and raspy Broadway voice) every time I make dinner, throw in a load of laundry, or sit down to balance my checkbook.

I’m not a very good feminist.

Congratulations to the winner…@Keelydeux!

Thank you all for the kind and witty comments and for reading my blog for 9 whole years! 

I’m no Oprah (or Pioneer Woman for that matter – have you seen her 12 days of Christmas? Someone is doing quite well for themselves. ) but I wanted to celebrate my 9-year blogoversay by giving one reader a token of my affection.

By which I mean, a Kindle.

Yes, it’s the one with ads. And yes, it’ll arrive after the holidays. But it’s the thought that counts, right? It’s one of my favorite things so I thought I’d share something I love with the people I love.

Just leave a comment – something nice, like a link to something pretty, your favorite macaroni & cheese recipe, or a promise to name your first born Corrin – and I’ll pick a random winner on New Year’s Day. If you really want to help me celebrate, follow me on Twitter, check out Oh Hey on Facebook, and/or subscribe to my feed.

Thanks for helping me celebrate my blogoversary, bitches! xo.

The fine print…This giveaway is sponsored by yours truly. Amazon has no idea who I am but they do know my credit card number. I’ll make every effort to contact the winner, but please verify your information before hitting submit. One entry per person, US only, Kindle will ship directly from Amazon after payday.

• Pretty sure I’m going to need a Little Printer. What a stinkin’ adorable way to print pictures, notes, and lists…oh how I love lists (which I’ve inherited from my father).
• I shared some of my favorite trinkets in this Under $25 Gift Guide guest post. Check it out.
• This Jonathan Adler studded porcelain box is lovely. And by lovely I mean a perfect gift for me.

I recognized and accept that my legs do not look like this in colored tights.

• I am big into tights all of a sudden and am loving all the colors and patterns but they are so hard to find in stores!
• I highly recommend reading Blood, Bones & Butter by Gabrielle Hamilton. Besides the food, I find Gabrielle’s relationship with her husband most interesting (and vaguely familiar).
• Forever21 has the best designer knockoff jewelry and I’m on the hunt for this faceted gem necklace.

Pump it up.

• This photo has brought me much laughter today.
• Hey, girl. I like the library, too. Way funnier than feminist Ryan Gosling.
• Really wanting these Karl Lagerfield Octogan sunglasses (but my head is too big).
• Have you seen the Foster family Christmas videos? So adorable! (And not just because we share a last name.)
• 200+ Bracelets: Who Has The Best-Dressed Wrists In NYC?
• I’m beyond obsessed with this Kate Spade Westward Runaway Duffel and I’m this*close to losing my mind and buying it.

Good

• I kind of do get paid to read books (I work for a publishing company). More bibliophile musings at Bookfessions.
• Tiny Tower.
• Jeffrey Campbell boots. Or maybe these Madwell biker boots.
• New neighbors who have a dachshund that is a clone of Ollie. They had a bit of a Parent Trap moment when they first saw each other. (The Hayley Mills version. Not the crappy Lindsay Lohan version.)
• Fairy Berries. If only I had a garden.
• Chair Socks. Because there isn’t a dining room set out there that wouldn’t benefit from a little argyle.
• This glitter teaspoon set is so ridiculous that it’s a must-have.

Bad

• These past two weeks have been the pits. The friendliest divorce ever is no longer amiable. I just want it over with.
• Ollie is having anxiety issues and peeing in the house. On his food and water bowls. This is not only bad, it is also gross.

In Between

• I couldn’t pull the trigger on the iPhone switch today. I just couldn’t. I’ll just have to wait 176 days until my upgrade discount and (hopefully) the iPhone 5.
• I had my annual gynecologist appointment this week and the doctor came back into the exam room to verify my age because she didn’t think that I could possibly be 31 years old. I told her to tell that to my ovaries.
• The catastrophic failing of my tomato pie. The recipe looks fabulous, it has rave reviews, but mine was greasy and the crust was undercooked. I had chips and salsa for dinner instead. And I would have had a margarita if it wasn’t Sunday.