I decided that it would be nice to talk about something that nothing to do with my insane life. So I decided to talk about what I'm reading now. I am a voracious reader and I have recently read several books that I just love.
Well, here's going to be a huge shock, I'm sure. None of them are weighty, intellectual tomes, currently reviewed by the New York Times. Before we get started on this, there's something you need to know about me. When I was a junior in college, after slogging through James Joyce's Ulysses. I said to my roommates, "this is stupid in the extreme" and then I tossed it out the dorm room window. Later as a twenty something, standing in front of a huge, and I do mean huge, painting that looked like a Chimp did it, at the Museum of Modern Art, "I turned and said to my humiliated friend, "I swear MG, I've been looking at this thing over a good half an hour and I still can't find the poodle in the picture."
I'm a declasse, plebeian jerk. I like music to have a melody line, I like fiction to have a plot. I like films to have something other than gratuitous sex and violence to recommend them. Art should make you feel something. You should walk away changed in some way. I'm also an unapologetic southern gal, although the sight of grits makes me want to puke. I also prefer Quarter Horses to Thoroughbreds and if after reading this, you'd like to know what I like stay tuned,