Most of my major life decisions get made by accident. I think this was considered charming in my earlier twenties.
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Not a bad mantra to recite everyday.
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I still like my vintage, beat up guitar better, but I certainly wouldn’t say no were I, let’s say, handed this Chanel one for keeps.
Not sure if it’s the inner California girl in me (on account of me being born in L.A., I guess?) or because we’re headed to Rincon, Puerto Rico (acclaimed for its world class surfing beaches!) but I am now totally convinced I must rock this surfer girl look on our Puerto Rican vacation next week and perhaps all of the upcoming summer.
(Photos courtesy of Shopbop)
Time Magazine: All Time 100 Novels (1923 - 2006)
Nerd Alert: I love lists like this. Particularly when I’ve been anxious to find more books to read lately. And now I’ve got 80 since I’ve only finished 20 or so of the following 100 (*lowers head in shame*).
P.S. How fantastic is it that Judy Blume’s “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret” is on this list?)
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The Adventures of Augie March, Saul Bellow
All The King’s Men, Robert Penn Warren
American Pastoral, Philip Roth
An American Tragedy, Theodore Dreiser
Animal Farm, George Orwell
Appointment in Samarra, John O’Hara
Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret, Judy Blume
The Assistant, Bernard Malamud
At Swim-Two-Birds, Flann O’Brien
Atonement, Ian McEwan
Beloved, Toni Morrison
The Berlin Stories, Christopher Isherwood
The Big Sleep, Raymond Chandler
The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood
Blood Meridian, Cormac McCarthy
Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
The Bridge of San Luis Rey, Thornton Wilder
Call It Sleep, Henry Roth
Catch-22, Joseph Heller
The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger
A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess
The Confessions of Nat Turner, William Styron
The Corrections, Jonathan Franzen
The Crying of Lot 49, Thomas Pynchon
A Dance to the Music of Time, Anthony Powell
The Day of the Locust, Nathanael West
Death Comes for the Archbishop, Willa Cather
A Death in the Family, James Agee
The Death of the Heart, Elizabeth Bowen
Deliverance, James Dickey
Dog Soliders, Robert Stone
Falconer, John Cheever
The French Lieutenant’s Woman, John Fowles
The Golden Notebook, Doris Lessing
Go Tell It On The Mountain, James Baldwin
Gone With the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck
Gravity’s Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
A Handful of Dust, Evelyn Waugh
The Heart Is A Lonely Hunger, Carson McCullers
The Heart of the Matter, Graham Greene
Herzog, Saul Bellow
Housekeeping, Marilynne Robinson
A House for Mr. Biswas, V.S. Naipaul
I, Claudius, Robert Graves
Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace
Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison
Light in August, William Faulkner
The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
Lord of the Flies, William Golding
The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien
Loving, Henry Green
Lucky Jim, Kingsley Amis
The Man Who Loved Children, Christina Stead
Midnight’s Children, Salman Rushdie
Money, Martin Amis
The Moviegoer, Walker Percy
Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
Naked Lunch, William Burroughs
Native Son, Richard Wright
Neuromancer, William Gibson
Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro
1984, George Orwell
On the Road, Jack Kerouac
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey
The Painted Bird, Jerzy Kosinski
Pale Fire, Vladimir Nabokov
A Passage to India, E.M. Forster
Play It As It Lays, Joan Didion
Portnoy’s Complaint, Philip Roth
Possession, A.S. Byatt
The Power and the Glory, Graham Greene
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, Muriel Spark
Rabbit, Run, John Updike
Ragtime, E.L. Doctorow
The Recognitions, William Gaddis
Red Harvest, Dashiell Hammett
Revolutionary Road, Richard Yates
The Sheltering Sky, Paul Bowles
Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut
Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson
The Sot-Weed Factor, John Barth
The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
The Sportswriter, Richard Ford
The Spy Who Came In From the Cold, John le Carre
The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston
Things Fall Apart, Chinua Achebe
To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf
Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller
Ubik, Philip K. Dick
Under the Net, Iris Murdoch
Under the Volcano, Malcolm Lowry
Watchmen, Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons
White Noise, Don DeLillo
White Teeth, Zadie Smith
Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys
My boyfriend and I promised we’d keep Valentine’s Day low-key this year.
Past Valentine’s Days have included extravagent presents, sweet surprises, and even our first outloud I-Love-Yous, but with a week-long vacation in Puerto Rico just around the corner (Only! Four! More! Days! Away!), a relaxed and cozy Valentine’s Day sounded absolutely mandatory.
Even though I often take charge of the cooking in our apartment, my boyfriend is fantastic in the kitchen and wanted to cook us a special Valentine’s Day dinner. So after the delicious sushi lunch and equally delicious shopping in Williamsburg, we took the L back into the city and made our way over to the Whole Foods in Chelsea to pick up the necessary ingredients.
And voila. Dinner was a three cheese and Italian sausage lasagna, paired with homemade garlic bread and a 2004 burgundy we purchased in Chicago several years ago. Dessert was meant to be Framboise Lambic over French Vanilla ice cream (a very simple but incredibly tasty dessert we learned from the geniuses at Resto, one of our favorite restaurants in Manhattan). Unfortunately, all the lasagna and red wine made that impossible.
Which is perfect, since now - on this snowy, wet, cold Tuesday - I have a bottle of Framboise Lambic and a carton of French Vanilla ice cream waiting for me at home. This should make getting through this work day somewhat easier.
A very low-key, intimate sushi Valentine’s Day lunch in Billysburg. The place epitomized “hole in the wall and goddamn I hope it stays that way.”
The fish tasted so fresh and delicious. The salads that accompanied our entrees were topped with an ”I need to lick what’s left in my bowl immediately” dressing - something more vinegary and maybe almost with a hint of nut, not at all resembling the typical bright orange-ginger house dressings you get in most Japanese restaurants. The soup that accompanied our entrees was also unique and scrumptious - a hearty vegetable broth of some sort with asparagus and various other vegetables floating about. I’m sure their desserts are just as delightful, but both my boyfriend and I were too stuffed to find out.
A good way to work off the calories happened to shove itself in our faces when a Paul Smith sales shop just happened to be down the block from the restaurant. Mmmm impeccable British tailoring.
