As we saw in my post yesterday, 2019 was kind of a giant turd for me in terms of my reading choices. Going through my list, I only rated three books as five-star reads out of the 50 books I read, and one of those was a short-story, so…
I just wasn’t feeling it last year, but 2020 is already looking up *knock on wood*… except for that fucking book I just read that was published by James Patterson’s imprint, goddamnit! I didn’t realize it had Patterson’s fingers in it until it was too late. I’ll be more careful in the future, but as far as I’m concerned, the book was Patterson adjacent and doesn’t break my New Years resolution! Get away from me with that negativity!
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Attention Murderinos! Today’s post is solely dedicated to the world of My Favorite Murder!
If you don’t know what that is, then you must not be a true crime fan, because Georgia Hardstark and Karen Kilgariff are fucking RUNNING the true crime game right now.
Last September, I saw them live in Toronto. That was a crazy-ass show and I think I left the Sony Centre with hearing loss. Murderinos were losing their damn minds like One Direction just walked out onto the stage (One Direction is still a thing, right?)
Even though I’m a little bit behind on my podcast listening, I’m a Murderino for life. I’ve spent a lot of my
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hard earned money on their merchandise, including two sweaters, a t-shirt, some stickers that adorn my tablet case and most recently, a new keychain from an independent creator on Etsy that says “LOCK YOUR FUCKING DOOR.” It’s perfect and I can’t wait for it to ship.
If you’re in the US right now everything is red, white and blue for Independence Day. The month of July gets y’all fired up and feeling aggressively patriotic. Fireworks and eagles, and 1 in 3 people predicting a civil war, and immigrant children in cages. It’s amazing.
Here in Canada, July has a similar effect. The 1st is Canada Day, our birthday. Everything is red and white, beavers and fireworks and our Prime Minister probably out somewhere taking selfies. True North, Strong and Free, bitches!
Most people don’t even realize we’re celebrating a thing at all. And that’s fine, really, because we know and we go all out, covering ourselves in maple syrup and doing sexual things with hockey sticks. Maybe. Probably. Whatever. Don’t judge.
But it got me thinking, we Canadians have a lot to be proud of that doesn’t necessarily get recognized across borders until someone like Justin Bieber becomes an international sensation and people start screaming “take him back, Canada!” and we’re like, “but we don’t want him either! You made him weird! He’s too religious now!”
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