Part of me views life with Andrew's casual distance, roughhousing with it, boxing it into bad puns, slinging an arm around its shoulders and buying it a martini. She's picking up his hand and examining under his fingernails. I will support his decisions. Graciously, I go for the latter. A few only played show tunes. In my experience, rock stars' mothers are the most coddling mothers around, the type who like to feed and pinch and dress their sons even when they're over thirty. For example, Andrew's current girlfriend.
Eliza is looking to date a rock star -- though she uses the term loosely. It's not as simple as looking for a mate who likes white-water rafting or wants to raise the kids Catholic. I still think this idea has merit. Karl descends from a long line of pale, plump Irish people who beam at me from 8 x 11s, pink-cheeked great-uncles and great-great-uncles primped and propped and scrubbed clean by their wives, then filled to the brim with tea and sausages. Just when their image has begun to splinter and crack, just when their true self is starting to peek through, they will say something surprising, something insightful, something to catch me off guard. As the Hoagies tuned up, I studied Karl the Bass Guitarist. More of a slice of life than a book with a real plot.
I am tired of books that think it is clever to picture various characters as types, vague This was a disappointing book about a twenty something who gives twenty somethings a bad name. The car smells like the lasagna his mother handed him as we were leaving, which now slumbers on the floor of the backseat, heavy with congealing cheese. I grew up from a very young age loving Jack Wagner as Frisco on General Hospital. Your father's out golfing with Larry Harris, even though I told him he'll catch cold in the rain. I borrowed Hannah's Buddhism books and, for ten days, practiced finding my center on the commuter rail.
His world consists largely of the space between his headphones, but I don't mind this inwardness about him; in fact, I kind of like it. Andrew: I thought making money was the important thing. From fifth grade onward, Hannah and I have become progressively more different. He also has a tendency to get carried away with his own good sense sometimes, questioning and rationalizing until there's nothing left of a great idea but a few conjunctions. On January 27th 2006 I wrote: I have tried twice to get into this book but I failed.
Too funn I read this book that Karen passed on to me last Tuesday when I was being a shut-in. Her book is the only thing she doesn't share with best friends, fast, funny, Andrew who, in a movie, she tells us, would turn out to be her true love, but this is real life and sweet, understanding, hippie-ish Hannah. I'm still not sure how all the events will play out or what the characters will do next. Fluffy chick lit, nothing amazing, but enjoyable. She's switched from coffee to herbal teas.
I was slightly disappointed by the end, but nonetheless, it was still an interesting book. I will delicately avert my eyes when he debates with his girlfriends. I've tried roller blading and tae bo. On the first day of class, most of my students mistook me for a student. We are your basic girl-meet-rock-star story: met on a Friday night, at The Blue Room, where his band Electric Hoagie was making its debut. A few only played show tunes. They try hard at conversation, but everything they say just misses the other.
Hope alsgally likes it more :- Eliza is in her 20s and works as a copywriter at an ad agency. A manifestation of your fear of commitment. We stored things in each other's rooms: his saline solution on my dresser, my tampons in his desk drawer. Three months earlier, I had been a senior in college. It is silent as Karl parks outside his apartment.
And a chick lit rarity: a non-predictable ending I really thought I had it pegged! It's the slightly unnerving expression Karl gets when he's preparing to kiss me. I really liked this book! Her first novel, Getting Over Jack Wagner, is available from Downtown Press. I read this book that Karen passed on to me last Tuesday when I was being a shut-in. That's when she realizes that only by taking a good look at her past -- and her tape collection -- will she ever be able to hear a different kind of song and live a different kind of life. It's like my Nanny used to say, I'm fussy. She herself doesn't eat or drink anything, I notice.