I've been working on some academic stuff, but it hasn't stopped me from reading a super shallow book just for fun.
And that shallow book is Vancouver, a novel by David Cruise and Alison Griffiths.
This one's been on my bookshelf for years -- probably since its 2003 publication. (Which, incidentally, also means I've dragged it across the country at least once. Interesting.) At 914 pages, though, I just didn't get around to reading it.
Now, I can't really put it down. As this reviewer argues well, the book is super formulaic. Kinda sexy. Kinda silly. Not a bad read if you're in the mood for something you don't really have to invest much thought in.
Kinda like eating Lucky Charms for dinner.
Not that I've done that more than once in the last seven days.
Speaking of food, the most recent issue of Vogue has a fantastic piece by Sophie Dahl called "Secrets of the Flesh." Dahl, who has a new cookbook out, has an amazing take on food and body image.
Frankly, her article is like having a really awesome talk with your super self-confident friend who actually likes eating and doesn't really care what size she is.
It's a little ridiculous how refreshing that is and how much I actually want to hug a former model.
Last offering of the evening: A couple weeks ago, Jian Gomeshi talked to Elizabeth Gilbert on Q. Even if you don't buy into the whole Eat, Pray, Love/Committed thing (I don't either), it's totally worth listening to Gomeshi's take on romance....
By the way, did everyone already know Eat, Pray, Love was set to be a movie with Julia Roberts?
I have concerns. Mostly because of Julie&Julia, which was exactly half a good movie. As in, loved Meryl Streep and Julia Child. Hated Julie Powell. I am not sure I have much patience with movies about women who write all about themselves all the time. (Says a woman who writes a lot about herself.)
On the other hand, Eat, Pray, Love is directed by the dude who brought us Glee. So he's already earned a place in my heart.