Friday, June 1, 2012

The one for Liana

Liana and I had lunch together yesterday. FINALLY! And I don't mean "finally" because Liana was finally able to make time to go to lunch with me. Quite opposite, actually. I was finally able to get away and take time to have lunch with Liana. We went to Puckett's and it was delish! Thank you, Liana, for not giving up on me!

I don't have much to blog about, and I'm about to run out the door to a baseball game (hence the reason I haven't been able to make time to go to lunch with anyone). However, I ran across a book at an estate sale this afternoon and the back cover haunts me. I must share. (Liana, you'll appreciate this one!)

Here is a story of American life, so raw and vital - so brutal and yet so lyrical, that you will never be able to forget it. It is the story of a small, quiet community stung into violent awareness of itself by the onslaught of a man who is like a force of nature, a bolt of lightning - the personification of potent, male sex.

He makes every man in town suddenly doubtful of his own manhood. Every woman who looks at him knows, with a sudden fierceness, that she is a woman. To one girl he is the incarnation of her wildest dreams...

I want a "sudden fierceness". Can I get that in Nashville? Is it even legal?

And, no, I didn't buy the book. But I'm going back tomorrow to get it. One should never walk away from the personification of potent male sex. What was I thinking?