Julie and Julia

So, it's not incredibly well written, but Julie and Julia did get me excited about living in a shitty little apartment in Champaign, IL. Moving across the country, cooking for my special friend, bitching about our cat, and blogging about the unrealistic goal I’ve set for myself this year seemed at first to be very boring, bland things to read/write about. In actuality, they are, but fuck it; 365 days of the same distractions got Ms. Powell a book deal. Let's just wait and see what I can get out of it. I think I’ll hold out for a new bookshelf, or maybe a carton of cigarettes.

Running with Scissors

I read this before officially beginning the "competition" or the blog, but I thought it deserved a post; a place holder of sorts. The best line in the entire book, and yes there were many, had to be, "It turned out I had always been a smoker. I just hadn't had any cigarettes." I want stickers and t-shirts plastered with this quote. It was one of the first scenes my Mateo and I laughed about after I finished reading his copy. Ahh, romance.

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