The Dirt: Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band
Don’t read this book. Seriously.
Read MoreDon’t read this book. Seriously.
Read More“I always felt that if a man was impressive and well liked, that nothing…”
—Willy Loman (Death of a Salesman, Act 2)
Nick Hornby’s novels tend read like a cross between a journal and a screen play. It’s no surprise that many have been turned into movies. They are chic lit but for men, too; bubble gum; beach reads. But they have this surprising depth of emotion and insight. I didn’t realize until recently that Hornby’s first book (Fever Pitch) is semi-autobiographical. (By the way, it has two film versions. The earlier one stars Colin Firth. You’re welcome.)
Read MoreI’m sitting on my back porch with a glass of red wine and a candle just after watching a beautiful sunset. So know that whatever comes next may be colored by the loveliness of this moment.
Babe was our first book club read. Torey and I read it in an afternoon over the Christmas holidays while sitting at opposite ends of the couch snuggled under blankets with Craig reading one of his new books across the room. Couldn’t ask for a more perfect beginning.
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