Okay, last night I dreamed I was on Dancing with the Stars. They were spraying me with a fake tan, and I was wearing a glittery light green dress and everything. Considering my obsession with Hollywood, you’d think this was standard dream-fare for me. But nope. I rarely dream the things I want to dream. I dream about old high school acquaintances and being yelled at in church and snakes.
I just finished THE LAZARUS PROJECT by Aleksander Hemon. Last night when I added it to the Word document in which I list the books I’ve read this year and attempt to review them (for my eyes only), I began like this, “I’m not educated enough to review this book. I was barely smart enough to read it.” I look forward to returning it to Felicity so that we can discuss