“My candy of choice is Junior Mints. And while I don’t bring bootleg food into the movies, I do bring bootleg toothpicks. Then, as I relax in my seat, I take a toothpick and poke five or six Junior Mints onto it. It ends the dreaded Chocolate Hand and it’s also kind of fun to eat candy off a stick. I call them Mint-Kebabs.”
This man is BRILLIANT AND INSPIRED. Junior Mints aren't really my bag, but the idea of a STICK of CANDY is a revelation, and I'm ashamed I haven't thought of this already. It's like I don't know who I am or what I stand for anymore.
I also like this:
"If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that."
Duh, and well-said. I've been reading a tear lately, even more since I got my Kindle. Here are my latest conquests.
I'm about 39 percent done with Water for Elephants (thanks, Kindle, for being so mathematically precise as to my progress!), but I'm loving this book. It feels painstakingly researched and authentic, and it's making me want to revisit the Ringling Museum in Sarasota, not far from where I live. It's also riotously funny in parts, and I wasn't expecting that at all. But I have concerns. I told a friend I was reading it, and her face got all sullen and dark and furrowed and she said, "I know how that ends." And that was it. I'll be bawling into my pizza box for six days, won't I? Wait, don't tell me. Sigh.
Before that, I finished Carl Hiaasen's latest, Star Island.
I also read Miranda's Big Mistake by Jill Mansell. Big Kindle sale!
And Room, by Emma Donoghue. Totally devastating.
After I finish Water for Elephants, I'm downloading the Leftovers by Tom Perrotta. I've been waiting for his next book since the Abstinence Teacher came out four years ago. He just might be my favorite fiction writer. I'm totes ready.
Would love to know what you're reading! And if you get the sullen sad scary face about Water for Elephants, I'll clock you square in the nose. Well, virtually. But it'll still sting.