Tuesday Teasers

Teaser Tuesdays, hosted at Should Be Reading, asks you to:

Grab your current read.

Let the book fall open to a random page.

Share with us two (2) “teaser” sentences from that page, somewhere between lines 7 and 12.

You also need to share the title of the book that you’re getting your “teaser” from … that way people can have some great book recommendations if they like the teaser you’ve given.

This week's work is a beautifully written (and very short) novelization of the author's parents lives and their family secrets. Spare and devastating--I highly recommend this quick, but haunting read:

Memory by Phillipe Grimbert; translated from the French by Polly McLean:

"A woman who'd tucked a stray lock of hair back into her bun. Now she was just this broken doll, dragged along like a sack, her back bouncing on the pebbles of the path." p. 52.

Every parent's dream . . .or is it nightmare?

You'll just have to turn your head sideways. I promise you it's worth it. Oh and make sure the sound is ON.

PSA

Ladies (and probably gentlemen, too): Do not blow dry your hair when you are naked if you are using a brush with a very sharp pointy end. Your nipple will never be the same....

This public service announcement is brought to you courtesy of the "Duh School of Klutziness."

Words on Women and Strength

I'm too depressed today to write. Just one of my periodic existential crises. It will eventually pass. The following, sent to me by one of my best friends (thanks Coop!), cheered me a bit, so I'll share it here (I also shared it on Facebook, if you must know).

Miscellania

It's another shallow, yet busy day for me. So, in keeping with my renewed commitment to post more frequently, I am going to do just that. However, I can't promise it'll be deep. In fact, it'll be pretty durn shallow--as my entire day has been.

The World's Best Hot Chocolate:

Although I hestitate to call anything having to do with chocolate "shallow" (especially this--which is among the most intense chocolate experiences I've had in a couple of years), in the grand scheme of things--looking at the economy, the state of the world, corruption scandals and terrorist killings--it's pretty fucking shallow. But we all have to get a little pleasure somewhere, don't we??

So, if it's pleasure you are seeking (or at least pleasure of the chocolate variety), hie thee over to Chocolatt on the south side of Wilshire, a little east of Bundy. This Belgian chocolate shop has all sorts of ways to satisfy your chocolate jones, but by far my favorite is the store's intense hot chocolate. We're not talking your mom's hot cocoa. We're talking thick, hot, molten, melted, creamy, chocolate goodness like nothing you've ever tasted. (Although it's not as thick as the pudding-like consistency of Spanish hot chocolate). It truly is like drinking melted chocolate. With a lot of cream. My daughter and I are both pretty devoted chocoholics and neither of us could finish our small, extremely rich drinks. (They will make a less intense version for kids, but my daughter was having none of that--she wanted her chocolate straight up, thank you.) Never fear, however. You can bring home your cup of chocolately goodness, store it in the refrigerator (just watch how thick it becomes as it cools) and microwave it later.

A friend who introduced me to this little slice of heaven (or hell, depending upon your perspective on calories and fat.....) likes to take the decadence one step further. She gets the hot chocolate alongside a scoop of the shop's delectable homemade ice cream, dipping her spoon into one and then the other...Frankly, I don't even want to venture into that realm. I might never surface.

So check this place out on a day you need to warm up--or just be comforted.

New Nail Color:

Now we are truly entering the realm of the shallow. Another friend introduced me to the COOLEST nail color (I thought it was new, but upon further research, it appears the color has been out for at least a year....). It's called "My Private Jet" (from OPI) and it is, well, so cool. It is a gray--almost charcoal--based color with multi-colored metallic flecks in it. If you put only one coat on, it actually looks a little brown (and sparkly). With two coats you the gray really pops, and the shade changes with the light, because of all the different metallic colors in it. I guess it is hard to describe adequately. Let it be said, though, that I rarely put dark colors on my fingernails (I hate my stubby little fingers), but I love this shade so much it I tried it out. And it rocks. It really does. Almost makes me feel young. I'm sure my husband will make fun of me for this, but what the hey. Might as well get what joy we can from the little things.

My Teaser Tuesdays are Back. . .and hopefully so am I.

Teaser Tuesdays, hosted at Should Be Reading, asks you to:

Grab your current read.

Let the book fall open to a random page.

Share with us two (2) “teaser” sentences from that page, somewhere between lines 7 and 12.

You also need to share the title of the book that you’re getting your “teaser” from … that way people can have some great book recommendations if they like the teaser you’ve given.

Good to be back, folks. How you been? I am hopeful that I will be posting more frequently again. Hopefully, the more I write, the more inspired I will become.

In order to ease back into posting, I thought I'd choose an easy day to start...hence, I begin with Teaser Tuesdays, which require only a minimum of thought on my part.

Two books again this week: One fiction, one nonfiction.

The first is the novel The Great Man, by Kate Christensen. It tells the story of an artist, a male painter, after his death, as revealed by the three women in his life: his wife, his long-term mistress and his artist sister.

"Being dragged from the world of painting back into the world of life was as difficult as forcing herself from the world of life back into the world of painting. A thick but permeable membrane separated them." p. 118


The second is Woman: An Intimate Geography by the brilliant Natalie Angier.

"The aesthetic breast is a bon vivant, after all, a party favor. For reliability, look to the ducts and lobules. They'll return when needed, and they're not afraid to work up a sweat." p. 145 (Okay-it was three sentences. . .but they fit together like....like...like breasts and brassieres!).

Happy Reading, folks!