Model, Incorporated

This one is going to be short and sweet today, fellows!

This is definitely not my regular type of book. I got this one on the cheap and may have been a bit confused as to what it was about, but I don’t regret the purchase!

This is a quick and entertaining read that provides an interesting insight to the model world while also being a story about relationships and what a struggle it can be to form them. Also, this is apparently a sequel but I never read the first book and really don’t feel like I was missing anything. Continue reading

people let me tell you ’bout my best friend

I’ve never been the type of person who was just super great friends with everyone. I have a handful of really good friends, and some friends who I’m very grateful for and I love to see and hang out with, but I only have one best friend.


I’ve been best friends with this chicka since the 7th grade, and over the course of our middle school to high school friendship, we hand four different journals (three of them 5-subject) filled with notes back and forth to each other. We went through two pairs of best friends necklaces. We had inside jokes that were funny, some that weren’t funny, and some that were mean.

DSCF1204I remember being worried going into high school that we wouldn’t be friends anymore, because we might not see each other as often.


I shouldn’t have worried.


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The Very Thought of You

Okay folks, up next we have yet another…

drum roll please

historical fiction!


Dang. I didn’t realize how much I was drawn to plot lines from history. Oh well, I enjoy them and they continue to write them, so other people must enjoy them too!

I know exactly why I bought this book (it was one of those marvelous under $3 books I talked about a few weeks ago), and it has much to do with the fact that it’s based during the second World War. That part of history is endlessly intriguing to me, and I think it’s because I have a very personal connection to it (as most of us do with the recent going-ons of history) – my paternal grandfather was a soldier based in France, where he met my grandmother. Inasmuch as I loved (and continue to enjoy) listening to their stories, it is sometimes nice to read a little bit of fiction about a period of time when so many were hurt in so many horrible ways. Maybe it removes it just a step. Is that a bad thing? I’m not sure. Continue reading

temper tantrums of the wealthy and overindulged

Oh my heavens, little ones, do I have a story for you.

This is one of those happenings that as time passes by seems less and less realistic.

I’m sitting here thinking, did that really happen?

Well, yes my darlings. It did. It really, really did.

This is another work story:

after we close the doors and the show starts, a few of us line up by the staircase in order to easily escort people to the door outside of which they will be waiting. At this point we let them know that, due to the fact that the show has already begun (read: y’all’s asses are late as hell), we are going to need to wait until the current number has ended before we take them inside. I also generally add “this is per the artist’s request” in case they start getting riled up, which happens almost always.

In this particular instance, I was to escort a slightly-older-than middle aged gentleman and his female companion to the mezzanine by way of the elevator, but as the show had already been on for half an hour I was no longer holding any programs. I asked them to wait by the elevator and told them I was just going to go grab them programs. At this point they had already vocally expressed their displeasure at the fact that they would have to wait a few minutes and completely ignored what I had said. It was a scene from one of those 30 minute comedies, I swear. There I am, with my hand out in a placating stop following me you creeps gesture as I continued to walk further and further from the elevator, and there they were tenaciously repeating themselves and utterly disdainful of anything I was asking them to do. Finally, I gave up and walked to the patron services desk trailing my unhappy little ducklings. Continue reading

Little Women

I feel as if most people have had some run in or another with Lousia May Alcott’s Little Women, so thankfully I don’t have to do much in the way of summarizing!

This is the same cover I have on my book, and I really love it. To me it has always been a great representation of the March girls, and it’s how I’ve pictured them each time I’ve read the book.

Reading this book again was fun, because I’d completely forgotten about it. I’ve got a bushel of books that have lasted through the years and this is one of them. As I opened the cover to start my reread I caught a glimpse of my old middle school handwriting, and it took me back to the great book purge of 6th or 7th grade, when I started to feel sort of dorky for reading and sold a bunch of books to Half Price Book Store. Not only did they not give me nearly enough money for them, it make me sad today to think of all the much loved books I gave up to satisfy some sort of popularity contest within myself.

I’m glad this book made it through! I don’t remember when I got it exactly, but I do remember always loving Jo March. She was my favorite, and I’m pretty sure I projected some of myself onto her. She’s one of the big reasons I wrote as a child, because it gave her independence and satisfaction and I wanted that too. My parents built a sort of nook in the upstairs part of our house for my brother and I with a TV, various game consoles, and (most importantly!) a computer. It was big and white and clunky and had a floppy disk drive.

It looked almost exactly like this.

In the summer I was able to convince my parents I needed an hour of time where my brother was NOT allowed upstairs so I could write. And I did. I wrote and wrote and wrote, story after story after story. I’m a huge perfectionist, always have been, so most of my stories didn’t make it past a few chapters before I went back and rewrote it.

There was one that I had been writing from the time I was 11 until my first Christmas at Baylor. I never wrote as I did when I was younger, was never as dedicated, but I continued to add bits and pieces. That Christmas my computer ate the dust, and I lost it. Years of work was just gone, and I was heartbroken.

I haven’t really written since. Not stories, not the way I used to.

I miss it. Coming back to Little Women, remembering my old friend Jo and how she had influenced me lights up that part of my soul again. That’s what this book means to me.

If you haven’t experience Little Women, please do. Not only is it a classic, but it’s just nice. It’s a nice story, although it does have it’s hangups. If you have children, I would think this a wonderful book to introduce to them. It has old fashioned ideals and virtues which might seem quaint in todays world, but I do think it wouldn’t hurt if we all tried a bit harder to be genteel the way people used to be.

In that same note, it was written in a time when women had decidedly less rights, and if this book was our only indication of the ethnicities of people at that time, we’d see no non-white people anywhere. In fact, the only character mentioned is this awkward allusion to a “quadroon” who is never actually given a name. So, you know, that’s unfortunate.

This book didn’t give me the desire to write, but it did provide me with an good example of a writer I could aspire to be like. It also made me a bit forlorn that I didn’t have any sisters, but that was a less easy fix.

There are lots of lovely little passages and thoughts in this book, but I’ll only share one of my favorites:

But, you see, Jo wasn’t a heroine; she was only a struggling human girl, like hundreds of others, and she just acted out her nature, being sad, cross, listless, or energetic, as the mood suggested. It’s highly virtuous to say we’ll be good, but we can’t do it all at once, and it takes a long pull, a strong pull, and a pull all together, before some of us even get our feet set in the right way.

That’s the best part of this book, in my opinion. None of the girls, not even darling Beth, is presented as some perfect and untouchable person. They each have their foibles and struggles, but they work to overcome them.

Would I recommend this book? Certainly. For both children and adults (and anyone in between), this book is always a good read.

Would I read this book again? Without a doubt. It’s going to go back on the shelf, perhaps for many more years, but I’m sure it will reappear again when I need it. I look to Jo for inspiration, and I’ll pull myself up in an effort to get my feet set in the right way.

Are you interested in purchasing this book? If so, and if you like Amazon and also like me maybe you’ll buy it from here!

for next week:


by Rosie Alison