This is a cautionary tale about my book-recommending abilities:
My friend Kinsey has a superpower: she can recommend a book to anyone, even books she hasn’t read to people she hasn’t met. It doesn’t matter, they will love whatever book she recommended. I’ve always been, not jealous exactly, more wistful, wishing that I had the same talent. Unfortunately, instead, I’m Kinsey’s kryptonite.
The first time my antipower reared its ugly head, I was trying to find a Christmas present for Kinsey and while shopping, ran into another friend. He recommended My Year of Meats by Ruth L. Ozeki, describing it as a funny culture-clash story about an Asian American woman working as a translator in the meat industry. That sounds interesting and sophisticated, I thought to myself, so I bought it and gave it to Kinsey for Christmas.
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