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Books To Sink Your Teeth Into

The object of my lady crush, Nigella Lawson, in her home library

*Sigh*… what is it about this picture of Nigella quietly toiling away in her library, surrounded by thousands of books, that just pulls at me… that just puts me at ease? I mean listen, I love settling in front of my laptop for a marathon sesh of Pinterest just like the rest of the world, or watching the hoochie Housewives swirl their chablis on TV, but that indescribable calm from being around a bunch of books and then nestling into one… it’s incomparable.

The past couple years I’ve thrown myself back into my very first love… reading.  I’ve been devouring everything from tawdry memoirs to searing fiction pieces to my very first Hemingway.  If it pulls me in and makes me escape in the slightest bit, I’m there. Below is a list of the books I’ve read in the past few months; some voraciously, others which required a bit more patience.  Also, check out those I’m currently knee deep in (I tend to go back and forth between several at once).  And lastly, those on my To Read list:

We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver – I’m slowly starting this compelling book, recommended by one of my favorite bloggers, B at Live.to.the.point.of.tears. Think it’s going to be an intense read, especially with recent events, but I’m ready for it.

Seven Deadly Sins: My Pursuit of Lance Armstrong by David WalshIf Armstrong’s painted-on smirk during Oprah’s interview didn’t make you want to wretch a little, this incredibly in depth account of doping in pro cycling, and Armstrong’s personal quest to ruin the lives of those questioning his super human performances (including the author) – well, this’ll do it.

The Secret History by Donna Tartt Touted by two of my closest friends as one of the best books they’ve ever read.  “Part psychological thriller, part chronicle of debauched, wasted youth” – I’ll take it.

Gone Girl by Gillian FlynnWhile Christian Gray’s settling into domesticity and waiting to be portrayed on the silver screen by Ryan Gosling, this book’s taking over as the conversation piece amongst bajillions of women across America.  You don’t have to be a Dateline obsessive like yours truly to appreciate the suspense and fun of this murder mystery.

The Paris Wife: A Novel by Paula McLeanA novel about Hemingway’s first wife, Hadley, and their steady then slowly tempestuous marriage in Paris in the 20s.  I felt like I was experiencing the roller coaster of a young, heady marriage right alongside both of them.

Wild: From Lost To Found On The Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed – Strayed tells the story of her emotional devastation after the death of her mother and the weeks she spent hiking the 1,100-mile Pacific Crest Trail.  I devoured this memoir like I do my Girl Scout Samoas: Voraciously, but constantly wanting more.

The Fault In Our Stars by John GreenCalled “one of the most genuine and moving ones in recent American fiction” by Time magazine, Stars centers on a teenage girl stricken with terminal cancer who falls for a boy in her support group. The two form a bond as they deal with their illnesses.  Lovely.  Wrenching.  Sweet love.

Her: A Memoir by Christa Parravani – “A blazingly passionate memoir of identity and love: when a charismatic and troubled young woman dies tragically, her identical twin must struggle to survive.”  Let’s do this.

Lean In: Women, Work and the Will To Lead: Sheryl Sandberg – No joke, I watched her 15-minute interview on 60 Minutes two weeks ago and had around 18 epiphanies.  I absolutely cannot WAIT to jump into this and only wish it’d been written years ago.

Bonjour Tristesse by Francoise SaganA timeless (it was written in the 50s) and scandalous story about a 17-yr-old girl named Cecile who visits her father in a villa outside of Paris for a carefree, two-month summer vacation, begins an affair with an older law student, and finds herself embroiled in a coming-of-age adventure.  Lolita meets Fear Of Flying.

The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey EugenidesAn amazing storyteller (anyone read his book Middlesex?  Crikey…), Eugenides has supposedly written another doozy of a novel about three college seniors in the 80s who graduate and move onto their first steps of adulthood.


Ok, so I won’t be completely replacing the humming of my laptop as I peruse Pinterest, or our TV while Hubby and I get our third hour of Bravo in for the night.   But I’m wholeheartedly throwing myself back into my love for the book.  I’m going back to appreciating the peace and quiet of the mind while engulfed in a great story. What about you?  What are YOU reading right now?!  Let me hear it, people!

The B-day Haps

As you may know from Karrie’s endearing and slightly incriminating post yesterday, I just turned the big fat 3-2.   This year was quieter than most…  but in a slow-mo, low-key, blissful way.  Yesterday was also one of those days that made me acutely aware of how many wonderful people I have in my life, and how grateful I am for them.  Let’s hit the highlights, shall we?

First, this little devil made me some breakfast…

Then, I delighted in reading a few Facebook posts over my morning cup o’joe.

I realize it takes 0.2 seconds for people to leave a birthday message, but it always surprises me how much it means to me when people take the time to wish you well. My mom kicked it off with this über flattering shot of me, taken right after she shot me out of the oven 32 years ago.  That just could not have been fun…  especially in 1981, when they didn’t have drugs and probably operated with spoons and forks and such.

Some peoples’ posts made me cringe…


Some peoples’ comments on other peoples’ posts made me cackle out loud, like Bud’s. Bud is my grandpa.

And while we’re at it, let’s talk about Bud for a minute.  Is he not the most precious grandpa you’ve ever seen??  This is the man who taught me everything unladylike I know…  who was my best buddy growing up…  and who told me a few years ago that he never understood the point of women getting fake boobs, because “anything you can’t fit in your mouth is a waste of time.”  He is awesome.


Moving along…  some posts were really sweet:

Others…  not so much.  Thanks Tim.

The day also included a long, freezing but sunshiny walk with Gus.  I couldn’t love that giant, red fuzzy horse any more if I’d spewed him from my own loins.

Also got muh hair ‘did after work and had it cut into a LOB (long bob).  Matt calls it a “blob” because he can never remember what it’s called.  Voilà!  Le blob.

Macy’s was right next door to the salon, so I went in and bought myself some sparkly stilettos.  BANG.  (They also come in gold glitter, coral, and black.  $59.  BIG recommend.)

Then I came home to find a HUGE bouquet of flowers – we’re talking Ferngully explosion huge – that I separated into little vases to spread around the house.

They were accompanied by this paper towel doodle.  (He dotted the i’s with hearts.  I die.)

We did a low key, late dinner at Barcelona in the German Village.  Matty got the Barcelona Paella, and I got the Vieras.  It did NOT suck.  Neither did the Cava that we washed it down with.  Or the dessert that our sweet waiter comped for us.

If you live in C-bus and haven’t gone there yet, do it now.  Or do it in the summer when their patio is open.  It is heavenly.

Thank you all so, so much for the mixed CD’s, birthday serenades, cards with confetti (SUNNY!), blog posts (Sheep!), embarrassing, endearing and heartfelt FB comments, and sweet phone calls.  You made my birthday a freaking joy.  And to the little nugget I live with: Every day is my favorite day with you, but thank you for going out of your way 900 different ways yesterday for me.  Also, I cannot believe you’re still here after seeing me in sweatpants, no makeup and an afro all winter.  God bless you.

xoxo,