I’ll be honest; I can sometimes be of those annoyingly snooty readers who gets super judgmental about the books my friends choose to read. I know. It’s gross of me, and I’m trying to work on it. But as someone who’s always reading Victor Hugo, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, and Jean Rhys, I’ve developed very high standards when it comes to reading lists. So, when my bestie starts jumping for joy over the latest Colleen Hoover novel, I can’t help but feel the slightest twinge of smugness ove...
