July 11, 2011
So, after falling in love with the HBO series Game of Thrones, I thought to myself “maybe I should give the books a try.” I mean, while I’m not the biggest fan of fantasy, I love reading, and I love books. And the series was just so damn good. So I picked up book one (just to see if the show skipped over anything—it doesn’t) and book two.
Holy shit you guys.
I do not even know where to begin with how good this series is. There is a level of detail in these novels that I haven’t encountered since I read Tolkien for the first time, about 10 years ago. And while the books may be considered fantasy, they read much more like historical fiction—some sort of War-of-the-Roses-era thing, only in a different land and with a little bit of magic.
Given how faithful Benioff and Weiss were with season 1, I can’t wait to see how they tackle this book for season 2. So much cool stuff.
I recommend them wholeheartedly. Go pick up A Clash of Kings, I promise you’ll like it.

So, after falling in love with the HBO series Game of Thrones, I thought to myself “maybe I should give the books a try.” I mean, while I’m not the biggest fan of fantasy, I love reading, and I love books. And the series was just so damn good. So I picked up book one (just to see if the show skipped over anything—it doesn’t) and book two.

Holy shit you guys.

I do not even know where to begin with how good this series is. There is a level of detail in these novels that I haven’t encountered since I read Tolkien for the first time, about 10 years ago. And while the books may be considered fantasy, they read much more like historical fiction—some sort of War-of-the-Roses-era thing, only in a different land and with a little bit of magic.

Given how faithful Benioff and Weiss were with season 1, I can’t wait to see how they tackle this book for season 2. So much cool stuff.

I recommend them wholeheartedly. Go pick up A Clash of Kings, I promise you’ll like it.

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December 7, 2010
"I felt shocked and confused and appalled but also, oddly, victorious. The feeling was: I got what I wanted; I won. And because I understood I’d participated in the game, because I knew I’d worked on some semiconscious level to draw him in, I somehow deprived myself of the ability to get out cleanly. How can you say no when you’ve worked to make someone else say yes?"

-Drinking: A Love Story

By Caroline Knapp

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November 22, 2010
"#1: Indulge no one’s taste but your own. #2: Never fear being loathed and broke. #3: Repeat only what is essential; discard mercilessly. #4: Sing/act/draw/write only what you can feel, or less. #5: Hate us without trepidation. #6: All advice is wrong, even this: a little makeup would not go astray. #7: Never admit to your influences, not dear Mum or Dad, nor the Virgin Mary. #8: Laugh when others think you should cry— we will gladly connect the dots. #9: Even now, cooing, swooning ghouls of goodwill scheme to destroy you."

The Song is You, Arthur Phillips

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September 8, 2010
Go read this immediately. I’ve never read a book I wanted to see as a movie so badly. And I need to play Eveline. Or Zooey Deschanel. But I’m hoping for me.
“In his heart there is a girl; she is me. No contract keeps her; she goes with him, she goes alone, precipice to precipice, on every ledge agreeing again to leap. She is with him, she has been with him, every minute. No one can know what we know. Just us. If you listen, you can hear it. In the wide sound of the rain—us.”

Go read this immediately. I’ve never read a book I wanted to see as a movie so badly. And I need to play Eveline. Or Zooey Deschanel. But I’m hoping for me.

“In his heart there is a girl; she is me. No contract keeps her; she goes with him, she goes alone, precipice to precipice, on every ledge agreeing again to leap. She is with him, she has been with him, every minute. No one can know what we know. Just us. If you listen, you can hear it. In the wide sound of the rain—us.”

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September 6, 2010
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“One. Do not leave until he has mentioned two ex-girlfriends in casual conversation. If you are sure you want to leave and he has not mentioned two ex-girlfriends in conversation, mention two ex-boyfriends and see what happens.

Two. Leave if he starts writing songs about other people. These will be songs of loss and their details will have nothing to do with you. Shame on you for dating a musician. At your age.

Three. Once you have decided to go, say nice things about him to his friends. Say things they will repeat to him later. Also, and this should be obvious: do not fuck his friends. There is that one who will try to take advantage; the one with all the cashmere sweaters whom you have half a crush on who has already phoned you to ask if everything is all right. Do not do anything that will incriminate you once you are not there to defend yourself.

Four. Buy things to leave in his house, things he won’t have the energy to throw out, like jars of the peanut butter you like. Do not leave things you might want later. Leave hair rubber bands and your toothbrush, but not your Sonicare toothbrush.

Five. Flirt with his mother. Flirt mercilessly until she adores you. Be sure she will chastise him once you go and that she will ask herself repeatedly, “Where did I go wrong?” If you do not smoke, take it up in order to share furtive cigarettes with her in the guest bathroom. Always carry very nice cigarettes, but not overly nice – Nat Sherman, for example, but not Cartier gold-tipped. If you have not already done it by the time you decide to leave, knit a scarf that matches her eyes. When she admires it, take it off your neck and give it to her. It will be easier for her to wear later if she doesn’t think you knitted it specifically for her, and throughout winter and next fall, the scarf itself and his whole family will remind him how gracious you were.

Six. Your handwriting should be ubiquitous: grocery lists left in his coat pockets, telephone messages used as bookmarks, notes on the refrigerator and in his bedside drawer, directions to friends’ houses left in the passenger side door of his car.

Seven. Cry politely. Do not cry like a horse.

Eight. If you must say mean things, say them in a delicate, lovely voice, the same voice you used to say “I love you,” the same voice you used when you made promises you really did intend to keep. Do not shout or make ugly faces.

Nine. The last time he sees you will be the morning. He will come home from work and be surprised to find you gone. Be sure to smell good that morning, even if you have to get up before he does and pat a scent behind your ears. Touch his face softly, even if you have been arguing. Say “goodbye” tenderly, with love, so that he thinks everything will be fine. If you are very good, you will be able to give him that look that assures him everything will be fine, that he will come home and you will be nice again, that all your anger will have turned back to love. This will increase the impact of your departure.

Ten. Write a note on very nice paper. Make it simple. Dear Henry, I have loved you completely. Be too hurt to sign your name.

Eleven. Call a taxi. Have too much pride to phone your brother or your best friend. Leave in tears, broken, and make sure his next door neighbor sees you. She is a stripper and she will comfort him. You will be safe knowing that he’s in the arms of the stripper and not his assistant. Do not go back to retrieve things you have forgotten, like your climbing shoes or laundry you left in the dryer. Once you are gone, be gone for good. “

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Rules for Saying Goodbye by Katherine Taylor

August 4, 2010
Things I Love Right Now

I should probably preface this by admitting that I have a raging soft spot for memoir. Especially memoirs of “regular” people. Although almost every NY publication that I read panned this book I absolutely loved it. It doesn’t hurt that Emily Gould grew up where I did, moved to NYC at the same time I did, worked in bars like I did/do, and enjoys dating musicians, like I do. If you’re in your mid-20s urbanite, I suggest it.

I hate all those buzz words for new, good music—so I’m not even going to try here. Find this album, and listen to it.

Men, uh, feel free to skip this. So. If there are 2 things I hate wearing during the summer, it’s bras and makeup, in that order. This cheek/lip stain saves my life. Daily.

This book is a few years old, and I just happened to stumble across it in the library the last time I was there. It combines a few of my favorite things—Paris, memoir (again), writers from The New Yorker. Here, Gopnick recounts his decision to move his young family to Paris, and the small joys and frustrations he finds there. At once a slice of life, and also a bit of a travel guide, I seriously devoured this book in about 2 days. Warning: it will make you want to eat seriously rich French food.

I know, I know. I’m pretty late to this party. Either way, this album is perfect pop music, and it should be your summer jam. If you don’t know, now you know.

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July 22, 2010
"He passes the cigarette to me and looks away, letting the sunset kiss his profile and make him look like a still from a French movie, which is probably exactly what he’s going for, but it still works. The day has cooled and now the air is the exact same temperature as the blood that’s slowing it’s race through my veins. I slump against him and feel his body stiffen almost imperceptibly. He has five more minutes and then he really has to leave…and besides, sex never seems to relax him, nor does anything else.
I look in through the open window back into the room: the rumpled bed, my crumpled sundress. And then I look back at this guy, shirtless and with hardly any chest hair, and I understand suddenly that this is the last time I’ll see him like this because doing this, again, with him would be like if you found a long black hair—not even a hair, a Band-Aid, a fingernail—in your lo mein and picked out the gross bit and kept eating. You’d have to be pretty hungry to do that."

And The Heart Says Whatever by Emily Gould

June 28, 2010

I don’t care how old and disaffected I should be, these books (and thus, these movies) turn me into a child again.

An excited, squealing child.

thedailywhat:

Movie Trailer of the Day: First official full-length trailer for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

You know the deal. And if you don’t — shame on you.

Part one hits theaters November 19.

[msn.]

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June 19, 2010
"The hot girls check their watches and turn over. These girls create a Hollywood frission by the pool, but they are quite different from actresses.Hot girls are perfect—actresses are not. Actresses are too short; their faces are lopsided, their noses askew. Actresses are charming. They are not tanned to a brown crisp; they do not wear sarongs with Gucci symbols on them. Their breasts are real, or else the work they have done is of a tremendous subtlety. There is a depressing disconnect between these girls who wish to be actresses and what a successful Hollywood actress actually is. It is the strangest thing to sit by a fabulous pool L.A. pool in a fabulous hotel and understand that as far as Hollywood is concerned, these are the have-nots."

Changing My Mind  |  Zadie Smith

Garrett sent this to me. It is true, it is depressing, it is inspiring. And I’m ok with it.

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December 21, 2009
"There is my father, listening to his music hard enough to break his own heart. Trying to borrow shapes for his emotions so that he may hold them out to the world and the world might say, Yes, we see. We feel. We understand."

Veronica, by Mary Gaitskill

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