March 13, 2106, Sunday afternoon -- Reading Rupi Kaur

At the mall, hiding from the rain

She is reading milk and honey, by Rupi Kaur. She bought it for her friend who is sitting across from her. They sometimes give each other gifts, and sometimes the gifts are books. She was going to give her Let's Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir), by Jenny Lawson, which she described as Tina Feyesque, but decided that this, a recommendation from a poet friend in Toronto, was a better gift. She bought two -- one for herself and one for her friend. Here's a write-up from the Huffington Post.

Her favorite book is Nine Stories, by J.D. Salinger. I asked her which one she likes best and she said they are all good, and dark. She first read them in high school and is re-reading them.