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I recently won a Facebook contest hosted by ForgottenBookmarks.com. This is a darling blog that I read religiously, written by a vintage/antique book dealer from upstate New York. I entered the contest to win a vintage book and I am so excited that I WON!
“There are some people who say they’re able to ‘compartmentalize’ things, as though it is possible to put negative or distressing thoughts into neat mental drawers to be taken out only at a psychologically convenient time. It’s a beguiling idea, but I’ve never bought it. In my experience, sadness and regret seek into one’s consciousness willy-nilly, or they suddenly leap out at you with a snarl. The only real remedy is time…”
Over the past several months I have learned a lot about friendship. I have learned:
1. Real friends stay by your side through the good times; better friends stay by your side through the bad times
2. Mom was right in saying that if I can fill one hand with good, true friends then I am one lucky duck
3. Sometimes friendship hurts
4. To forgive is easy; forget impossible
Maybe that is why I was drawn to this novel.
CONFESSION: I love Tori Spelling. She utterly and totally amuses me beyond belief. I watch her show, follow her twitter, and … own all three of her books.
Really. I do. I can’t help it. I think she is fabulous.
Fanny Hill, my lovelies, was a free book I came across on my e-reader. It was written in England in 1748. I figured, English 1748 … might be a nice historical read. Or then again … DEFINITELY not!
I mean, wowzers, color me surprised. Honestly, I did not know novels of this sort were allowed to be published in those buttoned-up days {perhaps they were not so buttoned-up??}. All I know is I sat on my train, blushing. Whatever I may have been expecting, I was definitely not expecting so vivid a story. Fanny, in short, was a prostitute – though not by choice. She, through a letter format, shares her life story in exquisite, specific, honest -somehow bordering on innocent – detail.
There is nothing more exciting for me than a large stack of pristine novels. That’s right, I am that much of a dork.
Over lunch several weeks ago, my girlfriend KG exclaimed ‘Guess who I am going to meet tonight?’
To which I replied, ‘Who?’ {…inner monologue screaming Madonna, Britney, Leonard Nimoy}
‘Sloane Crosley,’ KG replied excitedly.
‘Ohhhh,’ I answered vacantly. {No idea, folks. No idea.} But turns out this lovely had written a few books – one about cake and one with a bear on the cover. As KG expressed her love for Sloane’s wit and honesty, I realized here was an author that should make her way to my list. Lo and behold, a few days later I had both books from KG … ‘signed, sealed, delivered … I’m yours!’
‘B*tch: a reflection of people’s lack of creativity & inability to acknowledge & embrace a powerful woman; a woman who won’t comply’
Have you happened to read Kelly Cutrone’s new book … ’If You Have to Cry, Go Outside’? Because I just finished it. The premise was all about personal experiences, funny anecdotes, embarrassing mistakes and a call for female empowerment. Some of it made me giggle … {see below}
