Wednesday, April 22, 2015

What I'm Reading, Week 15

Back to the world of non-fiction, and what a relief! The Infernal Devices series turned out to be hideously and unnecessarily heart wrenching. I assume it was written with the specific object of making adolescent girls cry their eyes out. Pfffffff.

But this was pretty good!


Karen Abbott's American Rose: A Nation Laid Bare was a very enjoyable biography of Gypsy Rose Lee. Flaws: a little shallow, and the way Abbott jumps back in forth in time is a bit confusing on occasion. Still, Ms. Lee's life story is so interesting and muddled (usually deliberately), you can't help but enjoy it. I also liked this much more than Sin in the Second City, which I read a few years ago and was my first exposure to Abbott's writing.

If you like novelistic history/biography, naked women, or the art of completely changing every aspect of your life, definitely check this one out.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

What I'm Reading, Week 13

I read some sad bits over the weekend, so right now I'm going through Cassandra Clare's The Infernal Devices trilogy.


Pretty similar to a hundred other YA fantasy novels, except Cassandra Clare knows how to use the subjunctive. I'm deeply pleased.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Mani Monday Tuesday: Zoya Giovanna

Better late than never, right? I AM OBESSED WITH THIS COLOR.


Guys, I can't even. After years of sticking with creme finishes in my polish, I suddenly find myself yearning for glitters, metallics, shimmers, and duochromes. Expect a lot of new colors in the coming weeks. Zoya Giovanna is a stupidly pretty metallic green-teal that applies like a dream with so little evidence of brushstrokes that I think I'm having heart palpitations. It reads slightly greener in real life than in the photo, but just as shiny, if not more so. It's been a long time since I've fallen this hard for a polish. Boy, does it feel good.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

What I'm Reading, Week 12

Phew, 12 whole weeks into the year already!


I'm finally embarking upon Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles, which isn't technically a novel, but rather a collection of short stories. I figure it counts, though, because it's definitely in book form, with words that can be read. Honestly, this should be right up my alley, but I think I might need a little longer to get into it than usual. Having just finished The Romanov Sisters by Helen Rappaport, my head's in a bit of a different space than Bradbury's admittedly well-fleshed out Martian vision. I suppose there could be echoes of late Tsarist Russia contained therein, no? Or maybe I'm just being silly. Either way, I fully expect to enjoy this Bradbury adventure once I get into the swing of things.