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About Me
Afternoon on a Hill
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
On the bookshelf...
- The Dud Avocado "To find someone to giggle with I place just below finding someone to flirt with and just above the ability to knit."
- An Object of Beauty "She held the jacket of the sound track to Xanadu next to her nose and inhaled it as though it were a madeleine..."
- A Taxonomy of Barnacles Wes Anderson meets Jane Austen and semi-autobiographical to boot
- Blood, Bones & Butter Getting to the guts of food & family
- An Everlasting Meal Reviving & revitalizing a MFK Fisher-esque approach to cooking
- The Sun Also Rises Parties & Pernod. Passion & possession.
- Divisadero Can a book break your heart in the best way possible?
- Cooking for Mr. Latte My imaginary friend, Amanda Hesser, chronicles her life of love & love of food
- Ada, or Ardor Ah, or Aha... the texture & direction of time
- A Model World and Other Stories Chabon carefully crafts fully formed little worlds
- A Widow for One Year John Irving, sans bears
- Just Kids Patti Smith is makin' me fall in love with a bohemian NYC