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Throat Punching


Seriously, I want to be best friends with Jen Mann. 

No, for real.

I met Jen last week at the Louisville Book Festival, and I fell in love as soon as I saw the display at her table. She had these cool triangle shelves to show off her books, bright stickers with fun slogans... and her energy was just -- contagious. 

Wouldn't you know it? My girl's not local. She is from Kansas City. What. A. Bummer!

Book I Haven't Read Yet:(Working With) People I Want to Punch in the Throat, by Jen Mann

Why I Haven't Read It: Get off my back people! I have a TBR list as long as my arm. Plus, I'm going to give this book to my Hubs for Christmas. He always talks about punching people in the face, so I feel like it's right up his alley. I'll read it after him...

I really need to stop buying books for other people.

Should YOU Read It?:

1 million % - yes. You should. But you might want to start with her first two. This one is the 3rd book in her New York Times best-selling, Throat-Punchy series. And it's based on her blog!

She has a blog! You know it just HAS to be amazing. Click here and find out.

Lastly - since Jen told me she lives in KC, I had to ask her if she's heard of one of my favorite podcasts, Let's Go to Court. She hadn't, but said she would check it out on her drive home! So, I gained LGTC a new listener. Brandi and Kristen will be thrilled. And, since they are all from KC, the three of them will all become best friends. I'll have nothing. It's fine, it's not like I'm mad about it or anything. 




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