Saturday was the long awaited National Book Festival in DC. I got a little nervous when I suddenly realized that we were going to have to get up at 4:45 A.M in order to catch our flight, but when we walked out the door, onto the dark streets, Bart and I turned to each other and said, almost at the…
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A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
8 of 10: A classic for a reason. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is the ultimate coming of age story. The first book I listened to on CD when I moved here was Angela’s Ashes. I know it’s practically heresy to say so, but, um, I deeply disliked it. And when I started A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, I suddenly…
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Look Once, Look Twice
I don’t often get that “you look JUST like my sister/friend/daughter/granddaughter/famous person/not-actually-famous-person-from-a-totally-obscure-soap-opera” comment. But, of course, every once in a blue moon someone DOES say I look just like that one girl from that old TV show, what’s her name? And I know what’s coming. Melissa Joan Hart. From Sabrina the Teenage Witch. What do you think?
Cheeseheads
Bart and I went to Wisconsin this weekend. People kept saying, “Really? Wisconsin!?” but I’ve been excited about this trip for weeks. I was born in Milwaukee and we lived near Madison until I was almost seven. My dad grew up there and his parents lived in the same house until about ten years ago. Wisconsin isn’t just a slightly…
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Gas
You know that I’m pretty sold on Boston already. Between the good grocery store, the terrific job, and the not-heinous drivers’ license, I don’t have a lot to complain about. Except one thing: full-service gas stations. Every single gas station I’ve been to here has an attendant who runs up to fill up your tank when you pull in. And…
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