One of my friends lent me the movie "The Vow". Her point was that Channing Tatum was worth staring at for two hours. Yes, even at our advanced age, we act like schoolgirl idiots at times. She was right. He's pretty cute, though McAdams' dimples got to me after a while. My husband watched the whole thing with me and opined that Tatum could act, but McAdams was wrong for the role. See? Too much dimples. Now, in one week I've seen three great films at the theaters, and one very interesting one at home: "Platinum Blonde", with Jean Harlow, Loretta Young, and this guy Paul Williams, who was terrific in it but died four days later of a burst appendix. I think it's time to get back to reading, as there can't be that many films waiting to dazzle me this week. My run of luck is bound to run out.
I'm reading a very strange but capivating book by Cheryl Staiyed, "Dear Sugar". She's an online advice blogger, and these are some of her letters and responses. It's absolutely riveting, and her advice is transcendantly beautiful and profound. So I'm shoring up all this advice, at my age, and loving every minute of it. Maybe the issues are not of current interest to me, but they take me back to various stages of my life, and I end up reflecting on the path my life has taken. Have I been true to myself? I get to see when I was and wasn't and affirm the absolute necessity of listening to my heart. I'll hate when this book ends.
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