I was recently getting to know a gentleman, and when I asked him his favorite song, and told him he could name a few he rattled of around 10. I was like enough already.... I have a basic answer for all my likes and it hasn't change much over the years:
Favorite songs:
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But recently there are so many that hold place markers in my life.
My favorite book is still Girl by Blake Nelson, even though I've owned it's sequel for many months and I can't bring myself to read it. I find I'm that way a lot with things I want to like. Right now I'm reading America the Beautiful by Moon Unit Zappa and I want to like to it so much that I only ready a few pages each night. And do I like it? Meh. It reminds me a lot of my love/hate with Emma Forrest. I want to like her, I do, but I think because I want to like her so much, when she falls short I'm harder on her than I should be. I've read all her books, given most scathing reviews on goodreads... All except the first book of hers I bought before I even knew who she was- Thin Skin. I bough it years ago on clearance at Hastings in Sierra Vista. I paid less than $5.00 for it. It is a small pink book that fit in the pocket of my scrub top. I need to force myself to finish it. All her characters have good crazy points to them, but are all over emotional hot messes...
I love the Gilda Joyce books. I love them so much I'm scared of finishing them.
My favorite movies are Harold and Maude, Ghostbusters I and II, So I married an Axe Murder and most Tim Burton, Wes Andrson, I also don't like to go to the movie theater, unless it's the local Indepent art house for Rocky Horror Picture Show or Cult Classics.
And now you know.
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