Laureen came in while the snow fell, or maybe it’s that the snow fell as Laureen came in: I seem to recall her making her way through the slush the last time she got to town. Over bowls of fat couscous and a hearty chickpea-eggplant stew and a couple of glasses of red, it’s some kind of mindblowing how long two girls can sit and talk about boys. I am sorry to say that at one point the words that came out of my mouth were, “He’s just not that into you.”
Why why why why why are things like this taking up space in the cobwebby recesses of my head? I swear I haven’t read this book. But I remember I was at Matthew’s family’s place in The Rock over the holidays and the TV was on and one of the authors was on Oprah and there was this girl tearing up because some guy just wasn’t that into her. Then Hugh pointed out that Greg Behrendt’s eyebrows were uneven, and then we started looking at the town’s community newsletter on the sofa, and then I got up to get some orange cordial.
Why why why why why are things like this taking up space in the cobwebby recesses of my head? I swear I haven’t read this book. But I remember I was at Matthew’s family’s place in The Rock over the holidays and the TV was on and one of the authors was on Oprah and there was this girl tearing up because some guy just wasn’t that into her. Then Hugh pointed out that Greg Behrendt’s eyebrows were uneven, and then we started looking at the town’s community newsletter on the sofa, and then I got up to get some orange cordial.
posted by stellou at 2:36 PM
3 Comments:
No, really.... did you HAVE to put a link to Oprah's website??!!!
I trusted you blindly and I cliked on the link, naive but confident, not knowing where it would lead me
I feel dirty all over now...
Show some dignity wouldya!
I'm afraid that I am also partly responsible for this. I have an ARC of it from a publishing mailing list I'm on, and every time someone comes over to my house, they somehow spot that book among all the other trash in my shelves and pull it out and start reading aloud. This occurred at tea, naturally, and you were there.
I am sorry.
yann: non mais, oprah is not so bad!! did you see the favorite-things episode over the holidays? it was INSANE. she was giving away all this bizniss to all these teachers (she likes teachers, she wanted to honor them by bestowing cashmere sweaters and stuff on them), and they were screaming, but screaming and crying and hugging each other like crazy. it was a FRENZY. my sister's dude tried to change the channel (himself he is a teacher and he got naught) but there was nothing else on that rivaled the oprah.
bbrug: yah, the other day maud said, "he's just not that into you," and i was so taken aback that she was aware of this literary sensation that i may well have actualy taken a step backward or something. and then she said that she'd seen the a.r.c. at your place. i am sorry to say i missed the book reading 'cause apparently i was in the kitchen nattering with schmio at the time. happily, i was present for the show-and-tell from your "what not to wear" book.
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