Charlie LeDuff's Detroit

I'm a Michigan girl. I'd like to say I grew-up all over the state but went to sixth through twelfth grade over in the Metro Detroit area. (Just thinking about it makes me crave a Greek Salad from Leo's.)

I'll never tell you I'm from Detroit, because I'm not and no, I don't know Eminem, but I love that city like it's family. Which means I resent the ruin porn, like warm evenings spent on the sidewalk outside Cafe D'Mongo's and will drive 5 hours from Chicago for a Tigers game.

So naturally, I've been interested in grabbing a copy of Charlie LeDuff's "Detroit: An American Autopsy". I splurged during a visit to Sandmeyer's last weekend and made it mine.

I think it is a bit ridiculous how he's standing on the cover like that. And the cover itself is really nice. I might get rid of the jacket... is that blasphemy?

I haven't started on it yet, as I'm finishing up something else, but I'm really looking forward to it.

Plus,
love for baseball, because it is almost opening day (!)
it is so cold in Chicago I'm craving the warm Los Angeles weather