because J told me during the musical that in my white halter top, blond hair and red lipstick I looked like Marilyn in that really famous picture where she's wearing the white dress. Without question, this was the best compliment I have ever received. Since then, I've been thinking about that song a lot.
"Sort Of," by Ingrid Michaelson
because we danced to it today in modern and I wanted to listen to it on repeat for hours (which is what I'm doing now, as I type this), and I want to hear it playing in my head when I take my first bike ride of the season.
The Lone Pilgrim, by Laurie Colwin
because I've been in that sort of mood.
Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
because I grabbed it in the library and the narrative style is delicious, rather to my surprise.
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