Growing up, which book would have donned inflatable water-wings far longer than it was developmentally acceptible to do so?

Remember that one friend you had at the pool who actually insisted on waiting an entire 30 minutes after eating before getting back in to swim because he was convinced that severe cramping would set in otherwise? I can almost picture it: Portnoy's Complaint sitting nervously under a huge shade umbrella, watching the second-hand of the clock while his friends splash him, jeering.

After all, this *is* why we love him so.

If Anna Karina were a book, which book would she be?

What book does the "smart, sexy and avant-garde" thing better than The Lost Lunar Baedeker by Mina Loy? Be sure to check out the poem "Three Moments in Paris" (you can read Part I here) and, of course, Loy's famous "Feminist Manifesto" (153-56).

You just can't find women like this anymore.

Today, when I should have been grading papers, I was sitting around wondering: why is Anna Karina so much better than everyone else in the world?

And, so I thought I'd ask all of you:

If Anna Karina were a book, which book do you think she would be?