So the next time you ask me, "What's your favorite book, Katie?" do us both a favor and don't let me get away with serving you my go-to routine, you know, the:
"(sharp inhale) Oh, (knowing laugh) there are just so (chin rub) many, I mean, you know, books..."
Because that's just bad vaudeville, and not even the sort of bad vaudeville that's so bad that it's good, just bad, bad, vaudeville, through and through.
And because I can tell you what my favorite book is, even though it's taken me this long to come to terms with the fact that, holy hell, I am capable of making decisions once in a while.
It's A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens.
(I feel so much better now.)
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