Truely, this is the day that the Lord hath made! I can't wait to find out what it is. The bummer is, my new paying job at Borders starts tonight at 5. So I'm going to miss O's big reveal. I know, I know, I'm going to be at a BOOKSTORE. Surely they've known the choice for days at least. They have the shiny uncracked volumes with their new O stickers all boxed up in the back, waiting, begging for display. Surely someone will be able to tell me the new pick, if they haven't broken them out already. But I enjoy O's quarterly histrionics. She bounces. She jumps. She clutches the book in her two finely manicured hands and shakes that mane of hair like a hussy hoping to land the king's knight. She pumps those cashmere clad arms in the air and declares her latest pick the "BEST. BOOK. EVAHHHHHHHH!"
The audience goes wild. Of course they do. They get a free copy. Hey Oprah. Those broads at your show don't NEED a free copy. They can afford to fly to Chicago and dress nicely and spend a business day sitting in studio audience laughing politely and tasting crab-brie sandwiches made by your latest chef-friend. They can afford a book. Me, on the other hand. I'm praying for a Border's discount. I would have worked for that alone.
Note to O: Feel free to send me a copy anytime. I could also recommend a book or two. It just so happens I read. Alot.
So: What would you tell Oprah to pick for her club?
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