If you've seen Sex and the City (The Movie!), and were actually paying attention to anything besides the clothing or the fact that Sarah Jessica Parker looked like Skeletor without pants on (barf), then you would have heard her mention the book Love Letters of Great Men. It's an exceptional read, especially if you're apart of that jaded/cynical variety of people who believe 'falling in love' is like catching herpes, or something that comes around about as often as the Swine Flu.
And I don't care.
