“This wasn’t just plain terrible. This was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it.” – Dorothy Parker
We are two fancy ladies who are kind of terrible. We read A LOT. Between the two of us we read across most genres, and we’ll review things that are fancy, some things that are terrible, and will gleefully exploit all things fancy terrible (definition above).
We are former college (and post-college) roommates who used to talk about people via IM while they were in the room; now we live in different countries and trade witticisms such as: I want to take a nap; I have no idea where my husband is; or the classic FEDEX ME SOMETHING TO EAT I’M STARVING.
Kimberly is a publishing wench living in Toronto with her husband and their Roxiecat. She enjoys champagne/cava/prosecco/sparkling wine, bourbon, mojitos, and Tripel Karmeliet. (No, she does not have a problem.) It is advised that you not talk while House Hunters and/or My First Home is on, as she might jab you with her knitting needles.
Miranda is a graphic designer living in New York City with two food-motivated cats and an alarming number of dresses. She can usually be found attempting to tame her obsession with sample sales or trying to steal Kim’s prosecco. She fails at both.
Lots more about our reading habits can be found here.
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