Friday Flotsam

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Let’s talk about OLD BOOKS.

And I don’t mean like, Pride and Prejudice. Although you can if you want.

Actually, we’ll include it.

But what I mean is like, oldER books that you read 15 or so years ago and you still remember most of the details. Some of the details. A few of the details. A detail or two.

I’ll give you some examples of books that killed me, and I want to know yours because what if I missed some of the most jarring and/or moving and/or memorable and/or intense reading experiences?!

I’ll go first.

The Lovely Bones (That first LINE omg. I’ll never forget the way I felt reading that. The movie was laughably horrible, but the book was wrenching.)

Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. (Pooty Pootwell is forever embedded on my soul. That book warmed me more than I can express. NO JUDGING IT WAS FANTASTIC.)

Obviously The Notebook. Nothing to really say here because it’s The Notebook and everyone needs that in their lives. Really anything Nicholas Sparks makes me want to move to the coast and wear linen and bucket hats all day err day.

THE PILOT’S WIFE dear gawd. That book slayed from top to bottom. I mean can you imagine?

So there are four examples. And they may even be clichés but I don’t care. Tell me some books you read that you’ll never get out of your head/heart no matter what. I want to add them to my already-too-long TBR list! I feel like everything I’m reading right now is semi-current, and I might need to go back and tackle something that changed you all. Once I get through the massive pile on my bedside table. Which reminds me to share that list with you once I’m finished with The Nest.

Which so many of you hate.

I don’t get it! I’m liking it. It has this vague Family Stone feel to it. Only if you channel all that energy that the siblings give to Sarah Jessica Parker in the movie ON EACH OTHER. I’m only 100 in.

Oh! Wait!

I know of another book that stood out although I can’t remember the name.

Maybe it didn’t stand out.

The cover is blue. It’s the sea. The ocean. WATER. Waves? Eyes at the bottom perhaps. Or a WHALE? Something about Becoming Her. Remember that book?! I read it at Arsaga’s in Fayetteville back in the late ’90s (I was wearing a long navy blue cotton t-shirt skirt that hung super low at the waist, ew.)

What was that book?? Do you remember? Not Death Becomes Her because that’s Meryl and Goldie with their heads all swiveled around. Not that.

Tell me you remember this book, I’m going to go insane.

We can change gears. (but be thinking about what that book is and tell me!)

Music. SO, I’m running a four-mile race this Sunday morning that weaves through the charming neighborhoods of Brookside and heads downhill (yes, girl, downhill) and lands in the Plaza. It’s a glorious race. My favorite one.

But! I need a new playlist. I have an old running playlist, but I’m craving something fresh. OBVIOUSLY it’s going to open with Rage’s Killing in the Name (don’t even look at me like that, you know it’s a prime running song), but I’ll take your suggestions for songs that make you run faster. Or that distract you from any pain. Or that amp up the endorphins. Give me the goods!

Please and thank you and only when you have a moment and no rush.

Okay who’s following this Johnny Depp trial? And what do you think? Because whooaaaaa.

Weekend plans?

Honestly, these next three days have been the three days I’ve been waiting for since January the FIRST. Sublime weather. Nothing (besides the race) on my plate. A charged lawn mower, fresh patio curtains ready to hang, flower pots to fill, an herb garden begging to be manicured. IT. IS. AWN.

Which was a horribly lame sentence but I refuse to backspace.

From this weeeeek! (LOVE THE COMMENTS on Tuesday’s post. Thank you dearly.) Italian Chicken with Zucchini and Shallots! To die for. And then a Farro Salad with Tinned Mackerel and Jammy Eggs. Hey, try it. You’ll dig it.

Okay is it BECOME HER? I’m googling this also but you’re cuter.