Friday Night Dinner
To celebrate the infamous obligation feasts with Richard and Emily, I've decided to begin a weekly feature to talk about the cool shit I saw, the cool shit I did, the cool shit I read, the cool shit I posted over the week.
Annnnnnd... go!
Black, White & Read's Posts>
Morning Coffee at Luke's
Instaweek>
[And if you're not already doing so, you should probably follow me on Instagram]
Stuff on Facebook>
Me hanging outside with Colette:
And also... FOLLOW ME ON FACEBOOK, DAMN IT!
Other than that... what's been going on with Bear Allen?
Bear's Week in Reading> Well, I'm really feeling Secrets of the Flesh and think I'll be done with it shortly. It's amazing how often I relate to Colette... although I hope that our parenting skills aren't similar.
I finished Yellow Crocus by Laila Ibrahim and will have a Deep Thoughts from Damp Tresses coming up on it. Lucky you, this review will be in the form of a conversation between me and The Hot Mess from Hot Mess, More or Less. And I've even promised not to use the C-word this time. Progress, people!
Because I finished Yellow Crocus halfway through my hair-drying routine, I began The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt (it's been sitting on Aldeux for awhile and I've started and stopped reading it several times). Let's see if I think the Pulitzer is deserved. I should be the final arbiter, after all!
For Tales from the Toyota, I'm listening to Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay. In my commute, I find myself crying over her love for Sweet Valley High... feeling like my enjoyment of The Help means I should paint a giant Confederate flag on the hood of my Yaris... and feeling guilty for my all-consuming love for Quentin Tarantino. Keep your eyes peeled for a review soon!