You know that feeling, when something really, really good happens to someone who so totally deserves it, and for a minute at least it feels like the world is a fair and wonderful place?
My friend Lee Smith has a new book out. It’s called The Last Girls. And it’s number 15 on the New York Times Bestseller list this week.
I am so happy for her. I wouldn’t be anywhere as a writer without Lee, and that is the hard, serious truth. She is generous and amazing and now she’s finally getting the acclaim she deserves. And let’s face it: how often does that happen?
(Can you tell I’m excited?)
In less exuberant news, I went to see Sweet Home Alabama and I’m sorry but I was disappointed. Not in Reese: I love Reese. But the story just felt really disjointed to me, like there was a lot more to it that got cut out, questions left unanswered, weird pacing. I know I’m a stickler for stories being Complete and Full (just ask my students) but I just felt like it was kind of slapped together. Just my opinion, of course.
Ah, and now it’s Sunday and the first night since LAST Sunday I don’t have anywhere I have to be but right here in my house, the evening wide open. Ahhhhhh……