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Preview — "You Have Lipstick on Your Teeth" and Other Things You'll Only Hear from Your Friends In The Powder Room by Leslie Marinelli
"You Have Lipstick on Your Teeth" and Other Things You'll Only Hear from Your Friends In The Powder Room
That’s always been the concept behind our website InThePowderRoom.com where we’ve been entertaining women with our humor and bold, brave honesty since 2009. Now we’re taking it to the next level with an anthology of original short stories from some of the wittiest women writers we know—stories they would only tell ...more
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Humorous and poignant--and sometimes over the top--but these are the essays of women who've found ...more
I'd recommend paraphrasing someone else's words: "For those who like this sort of thing, this is the sort of thing they'll like." ...more
The book truly isn't for the faint of heart. At first you think, "Okay so I'm going to be reading a book written by women who complain and complain...just look at the cover...super girly..."
Oh no no no! The writers are just downright snarky. Complain? Well it isn't the annoying type of complaining, that's for sure! It's more like they turn a overly embarrassing situation into lighthearted banter.
Ever felt as if something that happened ...more
I had high hopes for this book since it has a 4+ rating on Goodreads -- and even purchased it since it wasn't available at the library -- but overall, I was disappointed. Some of the stories were really funny while others were just ho-hum. I have started following a few new pages on Facebook because of the really funny writers, but it's too early to tell whether or not they will be amusing. ...more
Sunlight streamed through the window, making the golden, hormone-induced mutton chops glisten upon my cheeks. As I waited for her answer, I thumbed through the glossy parenting magazines on her kitchen table.
A candle flickered by the sink, adding sweetness to the spit-up scented air that was gutting punched in the face by a diaper change...”