I gave my resignation in to my 3-years-and-running job as a Book Bitch today. A couple of people cooed that they were so sad that I was leaving, and what could I really say but, "well, it's time." Something told me that, "yeah well me I'm just glad to be out of here," wouldn't bode well for the future.

In other news, I really like the book I just started on the train ride home today. All My Friends Are Superheroes by Andrew Kaufman, a product of Coach House. There are about 249 superheroes in Toronto. Very few of them get paid for what they do. They are, by all rights, unspectacular. It's a good story, easy to read, thoughtful and entirely unportentious. I think I'll write my second-ever Letter to an Author to Mr. Kaufman.

I also don't much like the book I just finished before starting All My Friends are Superheroes. The much-discussed The Trouble with Islam by Irshad Manji is, I admit, thoughtful too and unportentiously written. But Manji is all over the place with her arguments (half the time I don't really know what she means and I'm coasting on the general theme) but, god damn woman, if you're going to write a testament against desert Islam, you must cite your sources! I couldn't believe what I was reading--not the claims she was making but that there was absolutely no effort made to back up her facts. And when you're writing about Holy Wars and people who are willing to kill for what they believe in, a good bibliography might be the loophole that pulls you from the car bomb.