It’s National Lipstick Day (July 29), and I’m reminded that my grandma used to say that I should never leave the house without lipstick on because you never know whom you’re going to meet. I don’t necessarily agree with that statement, especially because she never told me what would happen if I ended up seeing this person that I didn’t know I was going to meet with just my bare lips. Would they run away screaming? Turn into stone? Although her recommendation was a tad on the anti-feminist side, she did have some useful words of wisdom to share. Like when I was single and would complain to her about all the guys I was dating and their faults, she would often retort: “OK, now let’s talk about what’s wrong with you.” I’ll let you stew on that for a while. In honor of my dearly departed grandma Phoebe and her obsession with painted lips, I suggest that you read one of the following books while celebrating National Lipstick Day, which also happens to be my birthday (Happy Birthday to Me!).