| | I'm still binging on Jane Austen. I feel I owe the world an explanation.
See, I ran out of reading material, and my Stanford Summer Reading List
doesn't arrive for another week and a half, so I asked my mom for a
good book, and she handed me the Kite Runner.
Apparently it is a really good book, and the first sixty pages or so
were really good. And then there was a rape scene that forced me
to abandon the book and go into a frantic search for the lightest,
happiest, fluffiest books I could locate. And hence, we arrive at
Jane Austen. Jane Austen is the antithesis of rape. No one
even holds hands without an engagement ring, let alone attempt anything
else without a wedding.
As an aside, the night before last someone forked my car with 48
Albertson's spoons. I don't care that it was technically
"spooned" rather than "forked". Forking is now the general term
used to describe the act of filling someone's car or living space with
cutlery. I can't for the life of me figure out who did it
though. I can't help but think it was a novice given that:
(a) There were only 48, not 350
(b) They were spoons
(c) Anne-Marie was out of town
(d) My sister was out of town and
(e) I don't think Kelsey would do this on her own.
Oh, and I certainly didn't fork my own car.
So who else forks cars in this town?
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