Our assignment for Blogger Idol this week was definitely a weird one. First, we had to specify the three objects that were closest to us at that moment. Mine were a blanket, an iced tea and an Us magazine. Then we were told we had to write about the apocalypse, and include those three objects….
I don’t have the patience to read these days. I start a book, get restless, put it down, start another one.
Julia Child and I have so much in common, we could be soul sisters – if you disregard the fact that I don’t cook.
For me, summer is usually a season of light reading. Good, high-quality writing but stories I can read on a plane or a lounge chair without bursting into tears and frightening the passenger next to me or furrowing my brow, deep in thought, and getting weird tan lines. Here are half a dozen books that…
I love books. Not just reading, but actual books. You remember those? Made out of paper? With interesting covers that you weren’t supposed to judge the book by – but always did? With pages that you had to turn using – I’m sorry, children, I don’t mean to scare you – your fingers?
