Turning Twenty-Nine

Last Friday, the count-down to the end of my twenties and (gasp) beginning of my thirties commenced.  I have never been one to care about age before, so why should it be any different now?  Age is only a number after all, and if my birthday was any indication on how the year will go, I say, come on thirty!

It started off like any other week-day, except for the fact that I was wearing a date-dress during the day (covered up with a sweater).  After work, I hurried downtown to meet Billy at our favorite restaurant in Little Italy.  The food was delicious as usual; we shared a bottle of wine and veal parmigiana, and each had our own pasta.  I dream about their pasta.  Then we headed to Brooklyn, where I got my present (finally!  I had been hearing about said present for about a month).  I have the most amazing boyfriend; he bought me a beautiful necklace, and I have to say, my eyes started tearing a little as he put it on me.  I’ve never loved something so much or felt so much love from one person.  I have not taken the necklace off since.  Okay, that’s a lie.  I’ve taken it off to shower and sleep since I don’t want anything to happen to it. 

A little later, I freshened up my makeup, changed into jeans and we set off to meet friends for drinks.  It was a lot of fun, filled with old friends and new, and we were out for quite a while.  We ended the night walking home in the rain (more like drizzle), getting into pajamas and eating the rest of my pasta from dinner…and ice cream :).  Speaking of ice cream, I also now own an ice cream maker, something that I’ve wanted ever since I was a little girl (my favorite American Girl character made ice cream in one of her books), and cannot wait to make ice cream in the very near future.

Experimentations with Lip Color

I have always been one of those girls who likes neutral make-up.  I have loads of lip glosses in a palate of different pinks, shades light enough that you can see a difference, but not so much that you pass by a mirror and think, wow.

Recently, I’ve gotten a bit bored of these pale colors.  I’d made multiple trips to Sephora without any luck, mostly due to the fact that there is just too much to choose from, but also because nothing seemed to ever be the right shade.  You can only try on so many colors before you get disgusted with all of them.

I was about to give up when I remembered the Body Shop.  Most of my make-up (save for mascara…I am addicted to Dior mascara) comes from there, but I had forgotten all about that place – tells you how much I buy make-up.  The Body Shop has a location nearish to my office, so I took a stroll over there a couple of weeks ago and was immediately glad I did, despite the fact that all of my colors seemed to be obsolete.  I walked away with a new shade of lip gloss (and a few other things) and have since returned and bought a lipstick.  These colors aren’t extreme, but they have more pigment than I usually do, and I love them.  I’ll definitely be going back there again sometime soon.

Great Gatsby Movie Coming Soon

Ever since I first read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, I’ve been obsessed.  With its 1920s glamour and star-crossed lovers, who doesn’t love it?!  But really, it’s so much more than that.  Despite Daisy and Gatsby’s mutual love for each other, a love that endured years of separation, it is ultimately not enough.  Daisy is married to Tom and is not strong enough to leave him.  And Gatsby, despite everything, isn’t strong enough either, though he puts up a good façade; no one knows who he really is.  There’s also Nick, Daisy’s cousin, who befriends Gatsby, in awe of the fortune and lavish parties, wishing that he could be just like him.  But after Nick is thrown into Gatsby’s world and starts to see things behind the façade, he realizes that it’s not what he wants after all.

What I find most interesting of the novel is that there’s so much that is not said, so much that the reader has to think about and realize on their own.  It’s truly an amazing work of fiction that Fitzgerald didn’t get nearly enough praise for during his life.

I’ve been waiting for about three years for this film to come out, and thankfully, I have less than a month to go!  You can bet that I’ll thumb through the novel again beforehand so it’ll be fresh in my mind, and then, off to the theater I will go!  I leave you with a quote from The Great Gatsby…perhaps one of my favorites.

 

“He smiled understandingly – much more than understandingly.  It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.  It faced – or seemed to face – the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor.  It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

A Quick Book Note

Friday evening, I was obsessing over which book to start next.  I literally took all four of my new books, fanned them out in front of me, then went through and looked at the summaries of each, in hopes that that would help me decide.  Well, clearly they all sounded good otherwise I wouldn’t have purchased three out of the four of them.  The fourth one, I had just received on my Tuesday class, met the author and got her to sign it, who, by-the-way is really nice and funny (and, it appears that we have a fb friend in common).   The other three were all by the author that I am newly obsessed with (Sarah Pekkanen).  I seriously could not decide.  I txted Melissa and called my boyfriend, who both laughed at me and then told me to pick one.  I decided to curb the decision in favor of much needed rest, and went to bed, hoping that it would come to me in the morning.

The next day I still could not decide.  I sprawled out on my couch and watched TV for a while, then went out to do some errands, since I was in possession of my boyfriend’s car and was going to head to his place later on and lose it…I mean give it back to him.  When I got home, I started packing for Billy’s and made a game-time decision.  It would be The List by Karin Tanabe; the author that I had met and who signed my book.  Turns out, it was totally the right choice.

Can I just say that I am OBSESSED with this book?!  I started it yesterday morning (and then on-and-off throughout the day) and am already over a hundred pages in.  I’ll write about it when I’m finished (probably by the end of the week), but just wanted to post this quote:

 

“Could I casually just grab his hand and slip it into mine for the rest of eternity?  Or just maybe place it directly on my boob?”

-Karin Tanabe, The List

Karen Brown’s The Longings of Wayward Girls

This past weekend, I finished reading Karen Brown’s The Longings of Wayward Girls.  It’s being published on July 2nd (as of now) by Washington Square Press, and I was lucky enough to snag an Advanced Reader’s Copy from my instructor, who happens to be kind of a big deal over at Atria Books, of which Washington Square Press is an imprint (she is the president/founder).  It took me a little while to get into it, but when I finally did, I couldn’t put it down.  The story revolves around the main character Sadie, taking on the perspectives of her both as an adult and an adolescent, with the promise that there is something dark looming over adult-Sadie from her past. 

As an adolescent, Sadie grows up in a small community (the same one that she settles into as a wife and mother).  Her mother is an actress with lots of expensive clothes, some of which have been forgotten and live in the basement, used by Sadie and her friends in their child games.  They play house, turning the basement into another world, and walk outside in the woods – of which they are forbidden to go – dragging the hems of the dresses in the leaves and dirt, and sometimes in the water by the pond.  A few years prior, a young girl had walked through the woods on her way home from playing at a friend’s house and disappeared, never to be found; a girl who looked like Sadie’s identical twin, if she had had one.  The missing girl becomes a backdrop throughout her childhood and young adult life, as Sadie is constantly being mistaken for her.

As an adult, Sadie is mother to two children (a boy and a girl), and has just lost a third (stillborn).  Most of the novel takes place during the summer, where Sadie and other mothers in the town spend the days lounging by a pond, however, at the beginning Sadie is left at home with the empty nursery while her husband is at work and her kids are at school.  Sadie unexpectedly runs into a childhood crush and, against her better judgment starts an affair with him that, not only could change the course of her entire life, but also sheds light on events from her past, including a secret that she had long since thought she had buried.

The Longings of Wayward Girls can be viewed as a coming of age story, where innocence is not only lost once, but twice.  The first time it happens is when Sadie is young, as when it happens with all of us, then again when Sadie is an adult finding out about things from the past, things that will forever change her views and opinions of people she had grown up with.  I think that the way Brown tells the story, by alternating adult-Sadie with the adolescent one, the reader gets to know the character on a much deeper level than the “norm,” seeing Sadie’s childhood behavior carried on into her adult life, how some things haven’t changed, but also seeing how the character has ultimately grown. 

I must admit, I was a bit skeptical at first as to the looming darkness that the novel promises, but with its unexpected twists and revelations, Brown delivers.  I promise you will not be disappointed.  There is much more to this story then I have let on, but with the publication date still months away, I couldn’t spoil it for you, could I?

New Author Obsession

I have found a new author that I am obsessed with…okay, to clarify, new meaning new to me.  Last week, at the end of class, my instructor brought out two books that were about to be published.  One of them was a golf instructional book that I didn’t really care about, because golf isn’t my thing.  The other was the new book, The Best of Us by Sarah Pekkanen.  It is available for pre-order on Amazon, and has a scheduled release date of April 9th

Being in the midst of a book currently, I read only the first page.  I liked her writing right away.  It also helped that, on the front cover, there’s a quote from Library Journal comparing Pekkanen to the likes of Emily Giffin (whom I absolutely love).  The next day at work I decided to go online and find out what other books she had written.  After searching for a little longer than I had expected to (she doesn’t have a Wikipedia entry), I came across her page on the Simon & Schuster website. 

As it turns out, there are three other books of hers that have already been published, and three eshort stories that were $0.99 each.  I, who am highly opposed to reading anything that is not in book-form, was torn for a moment.  Would I become one of those people who never pick up a physical book? No.  Never.  I decided that, since I could not fully commit to read enough of her book before deciding to purchase the others (I hate reading multiple books at once, although I have had to on occasion), and since these short stories only exist in the “e” format, that I would purchase them, and bonus, the total came out to $2.97. 

I set about to read the first eshort story, “All is Bright,” and loved it.  I then checked out a little on my book and proceeded to read the other two.  I don’t want to spoil the stories, since they are short, but they are all really good.  Each story is narrated by a new character, one that appears in the previous one either by having an actual cameo, or by just being spoken about, so the stories are all linked. 

I have added her three previous books into my Amazon cart, and all I have to do is hit “send” and they will be mine.  I cannot wait to start reading all of them. 🙂

Balancing Past & Present

I was doing a little research for a project that I am working on and came across an interview by Stef Penney on Tana French.  I’ve never heard of Penney, but, as you should know, I am a huge fan of Ms. French, so I read the interview and pulled this quote.  She was discussing her first two books and said that they both shared the same thing:

“the relationship between past and present – how to balance the two without destroying either”

I feel like that is kind of an interesting thought.  Isn’t that what we strive for in our day-to-day lives? 

As individuals, we are constantly changing; I am quite different today than I was a year ago, and even more different than I was five years from that.  If I look beyond that – to the shy high school girl who pushed herself into drama club despite having a fear of public speaking (think solo singing auditions), to the younger girl who spent one summer in a non-stop-reading-haze amongst strewn pillows in a remote corner of the living-room, to the girl who used to write joint plays with her brother, the girl who would spend hours in one spot when she first learned she could draw, trying to make the perfect line (I once erased so much that I made a hole in the paper), to everything in-between – that girl seems hardly recognizable at times.  I know I did all those things, and if I really think hard, I can vaguely remember doing them, but they don’t feel familiar anymore. 

When I look at pictures of my childhood bedrooms, they seem a bit foreign to me.  I try to place them into my mind, mentally walking around the room, placing familiar people in there, familiar objects, touching objects that were captured in the picture, gently brushing fingertips on surface-tops.  For a place that was once my own space, I’m surprised at the detachment of it all.

A lot of things have changed about me, but some have stayed the same.  As a child, the foot of my bed was covered in rows and rows of stuffed animals that would sleep on the bed with me, because really, there were too many to take on-and-off every night.  Now, my bed is covered in throw-pillows, which spend the evenings on the floor (except for the one stuffed animal that lies on my bed that I’ve had since I was four).  I do still read, and can become engrossed in a story, but not to that extreme extent anywhere near as often.  I write occasionally, and instead of acting in plays I go see them.  I take out my sketchbook about once every ten years, but I love going to the Met.

When you’re younger, the world around you is much smaller.  You can cultivate your talents and interests, but they are only basic; there’s a lot that you don’t find out until you’re older.  Then you become influenced by so many things at once that it’s easy to lose the old you, your interests and what you once stood for…but not completely.  I feel that, for most of us, no matter how different our lives become, no matter how much we stray from our child-interests, that we keep some of it with us.  When we experience internal conflicts, that’s when I feel we are struggling with the past and the present, trying to keep both intact, until we re-adjust and re-balance in order to fit things in.

Near-future Reading

Recently, I had the pleasure of reading a few book proposals (of books that are being published later this year) courtesy of a class that I am taking at NYU for editing/book publishing.  I cannot wait for two of them to come out, but had some negative feelings towards the third.  It wasn’t that I disliked it as much as it was that I felt the story was being presented (by the author) as something that it really was not.  The event that is supposed to formulate the whole book, in reality, only makes up a small percentage.  It’s mainly a bildungsroman centered around religion, which is perfectly fine, even though that doesn’t really interest me, but then it should be marketed as such instead of what it is about.  I realize that this might be a little confusing, but I really don’t want to give away anything substantial of this book, since it has not been published yet, and I do not know what the finished product looks like.

The first one that I liked is dual memoir (Impossible Odds) by Jessica Buchanan and her husband, detailing what it was like for both of them for the three months that she was kidnapped by pirates in Somalia.  This happened roughly a year and a half ago, and is interesting to me for several reasons, the first being the dual perspectives on the situation, how Jessica was trying to survive and her husband Erik was trying to save her, the ways that he was going about it, the fact that SEAL Team Six swooped in overnight and rescued her.  Everything about this sounds interesting, and I am not someone who reads non-fiction often.  A MUST pre-order. 

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1476725160/ref=ox_sc_sfl_title_6?ie=UTF8&psc=1&smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER

The second one that I liked (The Longings of Wayward Girls) is a novel by Karen Brown.  I like women’s fiction, and I like thrillers (I love Emily Giffin and Tana French), and this is a bit of both, so of course I would like it.  This is told through the character of Sadie, both as an adult and adolescent.  I always find stories that vacillate between past and present interesting because I feel that you get to know more about the character through their experiences rather than just being told of them.  The proposal contained almost eighty pages of story, and I expressed so much enthusiasm about it that I was given an advanced copy, of which I am currently reading.  It’s not the final edit, but I feel like at this point it mainly just needs to be copyedited.  But, it is a definite buy as well! (Sadly, it will not be available until the beginning of July)

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1476724911/ref=ox_sc_sfl_title_5?ie=UTF8&psc=1&smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER