Mindy Kaling’s Book (or “Why Mindy Kaling Should Be My BFF Right Now”)
January 3rd, 2012 § 1 Comment
Have you read Mindy Kaling‘s book Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?, yet? If you haven’t, I can’t even express to you the extent to which you’re missing out – on life, happiness, meaning, joy, everything. Seriously. You can get it from the iBook store right now. Go do it. I’ll wait.
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Clearly you’ve bought the book, and are now wondering how you ever made it this far in life without it (well, since it came out, anyway), right? And you tore yourself away long enough to finish my post, eh? Good.
Mindy’s (we’re clearly on a first name basis here, people) book reads like a one-sided telephone conversation with the most fun, quirky, and hilarious best friend you’ve never had. She’s refreshingly random and doesn’t come off as just another untouchable celebrity who has written a book. She’s real and doesn’t try to hide it. In fact, I’m entirely certain that she couldn’t hide it if she wanted to. Which means we, the Reader, win.
She talks about growing up the model daughter to her immigrant professional parents, the making and breaking of friendships and romance, all the comedy you could possibly want to read about, and how she apparently isn’t Mindy Kaling enough to play Mindy Kaling in a series about Mindy Kaling. She’s also overly fond of saying that she “killed” at things. Which I’m now immediately going to start saying, too. And I will totally kill at it.
Go. Read her book. But she can’t be your BFF, so don’t ask. I call dibs.
neil gaiman, american gods
October 2nd, 2008 § Leave a Comment
Current mood: graphite.
Category: graphite. Writing and Poetry
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
Currently listening :
Retaliation
By Dane Cook
Release date: 2005-07-26
Guess How Much I Love You (by Sam McBratney)
September 25th, 2008 § Leave a Comment
Current mood: purr.
Category: purr. Writing and Poetry
Guess How Much I Love You
by Sam McBratney
©1994 Sam McBratney
Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare’s very long ears. He wanted to be sure that Big Nutbrown Hare was listening.
“Guess how much I love you,” he said.
“Oh, I don’t think I could guess that,” said Big Nutbrown Hare.
“This much,” said Little Nutbrown Hare, stretching out his arms as wide as they could go.
Big Nutbrown Hare had even longer arms. “But I love YOU this much,” he said.
Hmm, that is a lot, thought Little Nutbrown Hare.
“I love you as high as I can reach.” said Little Nutbrown Hare.
“I love you as high as I can reach,” said Big Nutbrown Hare.
That is quite high, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I had arms like that.
Then Little Nutbrown Hare had a good idea. He tumbled upside down and reached up the tree trunk with his feet.
“I love you all the way up to my toes!” he said.
“And I love you all the way up to your toes,” said Big Nutbrown Hare, swinging him up over his head.
“I love you as high as I can HOP!” laughed Little Nutbrown Hare, bouncing up and down.
“But I love you as high as I can hop,” smiled Big Nutbrown Hare – and he hopped so high that his ears touched the branches above.
That’s good hopping, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I could hop like that.
“I love you all the way down the lane as far as the river,” cried Little Nutbrown Hare.
“I love you across the river and over the hills,” said Big Nutbrown Hare.
That’s very far, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. He was almost too sleepy to think any more. Then he looked beyond the thorn bushes, out into the big dark night. Nothing could be further than the sky.
“I love you right up to the MOON,” he said, and closed his eyes.
“Oh, that’s far,” said Big Nutbrown Hare. “That is very, very far.”
Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves. He leaned over and kissed him good night.
Then he lay down close by and whispered with a smile, “I love you right up to the moon – AND BACK.”
Currently watching :
It Could Happen to You [Region 2]
