Ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit?)
Despite all the crap I talk about cleanses ("crap" being the operative word here)--how it's basically genocide against any living thing in your digestive system and will leave you chained to your toilet for days after--I caved and bought this book at the recommendation of a friend. (Not Gwyneth. We haven't spoken since "Shallow Hal.")
If I'm going to hate on it, at least I should be informed, but good lord, the first page is already intolerable.