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I’ve been on a serious Gilmore Girls binge. Like, it has truly messed with my life. A hitting-rock-bottom type binge. More on that to come. I have been working – a lot , and I have some decisions to make – more on that to come. I’ve been very busy with cross country – very busy – and more on that to come.
I miss you. I miss this place. Continue reading Where do you call home?
Happy Publication Day to Alyson Richman, author of the fantastic historical fiction novel, The Velvet Hours. I’m super excited to feature Alyson today for The Books of My Life series. When Alyson’s publicist sent me the press release for this novel, I confess I was a little nervous about the comparisons to Kristin Hannah’s The Nightingale (because that book destroyed me). My worries were a waste of time, because I truly enjoyed this book and didn’t end up hyperventilating – although I did shed a few tears. This is the tale of two women, a 19th century courtesan, Marthe, and her granddaughter, Solange. The book primarily takes place in pre-WWII Europe, but Marthe’s backstory is also woven into the story. Continue reading The Books of My Life: Alyson Richman
Today I’m very excited to feature author Emily Liebert on the blog, sharing the books of her life. I’m a huge fan of Emily’s, having read all of her books. We’ve even shared a few exchanges on BooksReads, and she’s graciously sent me signed book plates over the years. I’m glad that I hadn’t read her bio before reaching out to her, because I would have been very intimidated. She’s had all of my dream jobs – a producer at ABC News (working with the late great Peter Jennings), an editor and chief of a life style magazine, a successful freelance magazine writer, and of course, published author. Oh, and in her free time she also teachers Pure Barre classes. Yikes – I dropped out of Pure Barre after two weeks. Those classes are super tough. Continue reading The Books of My Life: Emily Liebert
This past week has made me so proud to be an American. I’m an Olympic Junkie. I cheer our athletes from my family room as if they were my children breaking world records. I weep almost every time I hear our country’s national anthem. I’ve been enthralled by each athlete’s personal story. I’m all in. My children keep laughing at me, but I don’t care. I’m inspired and grateful to be reminded how wonderful the American spirit really is, especially during the ridiculous political season.
Some favorite moments: Lilly King beating some Russian ass. The two runners in the 1500m race who helped each other up after colliding during a race (although poor Abby D’Agostino has a torn ACL and meniscus). Laurie Hernandez’s smile on the podium. Aly Raisman’s parents whenever they’re on camera. The shrieks from the Final Five when they realized Zac Ephron was in da house! The death glare on Phelps face when le Clos was taunting him in the waiting area. Continue reading Currently – Proud to be an American, Book Love-Less and Getting in the Groove