Favorite passages from new favorite books:
"They had strong, independent natures, both of them. They knew what they liked, and were not always trying to imitate other people. They loved children and animals and music, and rough play and digging in the earth. They liked to prepare rich, hearty food and to see people eat it; to make up soft white beds and to see youngsters asleep in them. They ridiculed conceited peopled and were quick to help unfortunate ones. Deep down in each of them there was a kind of hearty joviality, a relish of life, not over-delicate, but very invigorating. "
My Antonia"As piano-playing, it was perhaps abominable, but as music it was something real, vitalized by a sense of rhythm that was stronger than his other physical senses - that not only filled his dark mind, but worried his body incessantly."
My Antonia"When spring came, after that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over...There was only -- spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind -- rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that is was spring."
My Antonia"Stop," I said. "Please do not further endorken yourself to me. You have great hair and a car that is most fly, and you have just saved me with your mad ninja driving skills, so do not sully your heroic hottie image in my mind by further reciting your nerdy scholastic agenda. Don't tell me what you're studying, Steve, tell me what's in your soul. What haunts you?"
You SuckI am currently watching Hurt Locker, wishing I had popcorn. Yesterday I couldn't stop saying "Snoveling Show" instead of "Shoveling Snow." I tried three times. I think it's my inner, subconcious diva screaming for a stage, but she, due to lack of practice, mangled the line.
were guaranteed to burn a couple hundred calories just from picking up the monstrosity. 
nd not buy (I think Dolly and I could be great friends), and books, books, books. I remembered on vacation how much I love to read. It's delicious. And don't you want a bookshelf like this?
