In honor of the much maligned transit strike, I'm going to tell another sad story:
Since the first bookswap I had in NYC there has been one book that's stuck around, mysteriously never making it into the freecycle bag. I give you Blended Beauty.
Oh Philip B., let's eat our Orange-Coconut Body Moisturizer together! But when I leave you for David B., don't cry, just have a bowl of Herbal Carrot Blemish Treatment and start the first day of the rest of your life.
Seriously, David B., je t'aime! Call me!