Monday, August 24, 2009

august twenty-fifth.

My first day scuttling about Atlantic City was interesting. I loved the boardwalk and shops on one side and the ocean on the other. There's something positively magical about breathing in misty saltwater. I did think it was too touristy, and I hate being an obvious tourist in new places, but I think that's something I need to get over. I've always known I want to live by the water when I'm older, and this reenforced that belief. We ate at Rainforest Cafe and I forget how much I love that place until I'm there. All in all, it was a humorous day. I chuckled to myself a lot of the time, and decided I hands down have the coolest sisters ever. My bed here is ridiiiiiiiiiiiiculousy puffy and cloud-like, I have EIGHT pillows scattered about waiting to be used to my heart's content, so that's kind of luring me in slowly, making me end this abruptly. I'm going to go continue reading Ann Brashares's new book, The Last Summer (of You and Me) and wait for the dreamy feathers to lull my head onto them. Oh, I finished Chelsea Handler's My Horizontal Life and loved it. She writes really, really well and on multiple occasions I found myself laughing out loud. It's not as raunchy as I was expecting, considering it's a collection of her one-night stand stories, but I'm glad in a way. It proved to me she has actual talent instead of just writing about obscene stories in detail. I'm definitely going to read Are You There Vodka, It's Me, Chelsea? As for the new Ann Brashares book, I'm not sure how I feel. I'm not certain if I've ever stated it on my blog, but the Traveling Pants series are my favorites, ever. The last one, Forever In Blue, is easily my favorite book of all time, and the series changed my life. I reread them all so often, and I'm in love with the author. This is her first "adults" book, and although I try and keep my expectations low, I was super excited to start this one. I'm only 80 pages in, maybe I need to give it time. 

xox,
lovefromnewjersey.

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