I just finished "Such A Pretty Fat" by Jen Lancaster and it was fabu.
(Actually, I finished it on Friday night. Over a glass of rioja.)
I am embarrassed at how long it took me to read this book. I'm a fast reader, and I usually devour Jen's books in one sitting (they're THAT good!). But this time, everything got in the way. I had been working late. I had been really tired (been getting up early and trying to go on a walk before work). I'd read two pages, then I'd fall asleep.
And now I'm in that post-good-book melancholy that I fall into whenever I finish reading something I love. This was one of those books that I just didn't want to end.
Now onto the next book that will entertain me during lunch, distract me from TV and keep me from folding laundry.