Last Tang Standing

by Lauren Ho

she basically owns us, emotionally, which is how real power works.

Everything just congeals in fat rolls stored in the thighs and around the waist, in internal fat purses that your cells now carry.

And establishing dominance must be done in a classy, indirect, subtle way, like farting.

(Why am I so cavalier about death by diarrhea? Why am I not so brave when it comes to matters of the heart?)

This is the funniest book I've read all year. Highly recommend.