What does your living room say about you? Mine's a bit rude, but I think it's just upset about my failure to find the perfect lilac-hued square pillow. Meanwhile, go read The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, but don't read Sisterchicks Down Under - I couldn't make it past the second page. Other problems aside, it was really weird the way the narrator kept saying "my husband" this and "my husband" that, rarely calling him by his name, Tony. I mean, if he were dead and we weren't ever going to get to meet him, but he wasn't, so it felt too arms-length to this reader.
I need something else to read and I need someone to go get it for me and I need someone to bring it here right now. Otherwise I will have to read Bearing an Hourglass, and I'm not too pleased with it, either, or Little Altars Everywhere, which I think has been ruined by the ideas put into my head by the movie (of Divine Secrets...).
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