Here we go. After a scandalously long hiatus from the written word, I’ve finally graced my bookshelf with two new books– a delightful duality of pop culture and intellectual musings, ready to be devoured over the Thanksgiving dinner table. Well, actually, I won’t read while eating. But I do hope to read sitting in front of a fireplace.

First on the Thanksgiving reading menu is none other than the Britney Spears memoir, “The Woman in Me.” Oh, the allure of Britney, the pop princess who danced her way into our hearts and TMZ headlines. It feels like we’ve all lived a chapter of her life, thanks to the relentless paparazzi and the courtroom drama. Zi cherred on the Free Britney movement. Now, with her memoir, I’m on a quest to understand the woman behind the headlines, the one who wore a snake as a fashion accessory and danced through life’s chaotic choreography. A conservatorship as enduring as a Hollywood marriage (actually ptobably way longer than most Hollywood marriages)– what toll did it take on her fabulous psyche? I can’t wait to dive into the pop diva’s revelations.

Second, on my Thanksgiving reading menu is Yascha Mounk’s “The Id Yes, I am a woman of many dimensions – from Britney’s glittering world to the scholarly realms of identity contemplation. Mounk’s work promises a feast for the intellect, a thoughtful exploration of the intricate dance between selfhood and societal expectations. As I flip through the pages, I anticipate a journey that goes beyond the glitz and glam, offering a different perspective on the complexities of identity.

Why this peculiar pairing, you ask? Well, I believe in sipping from different cups of knowledge, ensuring my mental palate doesn’t succumb to the monotony of an echo chamber. Or better yet, said in terms of food, I love eating out at Tapas restaurants- a variety of shared small plates. Thus, why not do that with Britney and Yascha, two disparate voices, beckon me to consider life from varied vantage points.

As I embark on this literary escapade, I brace myself for a riveting tale of pop and profundity, glamour, and contemplation. Until then, keep those pages turning and stay deliciously curious. I’ll be back with the dish on whether Britney’s memoir left me craving more glitter or if Mounk’s insights had me pondering the intricacies of my own identity.