That Friday feeling

Life affirmed?

Thought so.  

Have a soul stirring one.

(via First Milk)

Dreaming of cake

I spent most of today trapped in a fug of life envy. A cafe, a book, a glowing review in OFM, and now I discover a heartily lovable blog too. Is there anything Rosie's done I'd not love to do? My day spent chasing up news on charity moustache growing contests really didn't cut it. So now I hate myself: for under achieving AND being a jealous bitch.

Ho, sigh, hum.

I'm off to watch the Jennifer Aniston E Special and eat marmite on toast. 

Wait: Rosie's probably already done that, too.

My Mistress's Sparrow is... nearly dead

I'm doing that thing where you eek out the last 100 or so pages of a book. I so don't want this book to end, but I've been reading it since our honeymoon which I guess is long enough (I know, I know but when you're a self-employed writer, reading for pleasure takes a tragic tumble down the priority list).

Anyway, I had to share because it's been an utter delight. I've never been a short story fan - ever. Till now. 

It's also reaffirmed my love of the hardback. 

My three fave discoveries, courtesy of Mr Euginedes, are Miranda July, Lorrie Moore and David Bezmozgis.

I'm off to investigate more by them.

Thanks Jeffrey... and to The Boy. You pick the bestest reads for me. 

Both of you.

Walter and Farouk

We watched The Visitor last night...

... and we both loved it.

Took me till this morning to figure out where I recognised Richard Jenkins from (god, I miss Six Feet, don't you?). I'm now obsessively researching  what happens when you're deported (basic gist: bad stuff) and working out whether deportees are ever likely to try and risk it again (please god, let them).

Farouk? I didn't like the name Tariq so I changed it to Farouk. Don't you ever do that?

Loving the name Walter though.