Newsflash: Google is still awesome, will always have my heart.
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all.
Downton Abbey is the soap I was born to watch. With my parents. Every Sunday night.
Low-Acid Tomato Bruschetta = The Perfect Summer Dinner
Book of the Week: The Virgin Suicides
Jeffrey Eugenides probably has the freshest writing style I’ve seen in a long time. I can’t pronounce his last name, but nonetheless I love him. I haven’t been so enthralled with a book since The Perks of Being a Wallflower. The Virgin Suicides is a perfect mixture of commonplace setting and coming-of-age noir. His words are delicious. I couldn’t pick just one quote:
‘And it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of a suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: “Obviously, Doctor,” she said, “you’ve never been a thirteen-year-old girl.”’
‘She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.’
‘It was the greatest show of common effort in our neighborhood, all those lawyers, doctors, and mortgage bankers locked arm in arm in the trench, with our mothers bringing out orange Kool-Aid, and for a moment our century was noble again.’
‘…Trip spent his days wandering the halls, hoping for Lux to appear, the most naked person with clothes on he had ever seen.’
…my yelling upstairs that “THE OFFICE IS ON!” is just cause for my mother to run downstairs so we can watch, regardless of time of day or current activity. God bless syndication.