From a "Celebrity Book Review" in progress

Towards the end of the book, things got kind of gloomy, but the kind of gloomy I can handle, like when Chris is away on tour and the VitaMix is on the blink, or I stain my favorite navy and cream striped Breton top with red wine. “Face up, spacegirl, you’re lonely,” writes Melissa Broder. “You’ve not been felt in centuries.” Thanks to the best masseuse in the nation (see my Goop post, under “Be”), I don’t have that problem, but still, Broder’s on to something with culinary matrimony. This part is from a poem called “Steak Night,” which I totally relate to because although Apple came to veganism on her own, I can’t get the men in my family to see the veggie light:

From a "Celebrity Book Review" in progress

Check out this stanza from “Ahoy” and then try to tell me that Melissa’s not my sister in the culinary sense of the term: “I am relieved to discover my favorite gourmet yogurt with full nutrition labeling.” And only a few lines later:  “God loves my hair.” Except for the fact that I prefer the British spelling of yogurt (i.e., ‘yoghurt’), these lines are so me.

From a "Celebrity Book Review" in progress

Another reason I really enjoyed “Meat Heart” is because I recognized the markings of a fellow rebel in disguise. In between a lot of naughty poems about religion, I found this diamond, from “Fugazi Shame.” “I cannot blame my parents no punk boyfriend delivered the perfect mixtapes.” I always wanted a punk boyfriend, too, Melissa! That’s why I wore so much eyeliner back at Spence!