"All I really wanted," says Linn Meyers with exasperation, "was to hang out with my girlfriends and talk about the New Yorker."
The Washington artist explains. "I was in a book club," she says with a shrug that suggests even the memory is exhausting, "and I was devoting a lot of time to books I felt ripped off by."
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