she asked for an advanced copy for her girls trip, desperate to unwind, escape from the harsh realities of everyday life. you know, the grueling drudge of it all. i tried to tell her it wasn’t that kind of book. sure, it’s a light carry at half-a-pound, but it’s a heavy read. she smirked, it was kind of flirty, and chuckled when she replied: nothing is heavy where i’m going, you silly little peasant girl.