Wilde Lily

My favorites: R.E.M. Pearl Jam The Who The Cure Fiona Apple The Verve Screeming Trees Mother Love Bone Rufus Wainwright Metallica Alice in Chains Nirvana Keane

I've read Rebecca several times, it's one of my favorite books. My Cousin Rachel is also on my favorites list...a very clever story.

I loved the book, and the sequel Lestat. I saw the movie in the theater after having read the book, and liked it enough too see it 7 times!

I'm a real film buff, and watch at least three movies every week Some of the movies I like. Some of them I love.These are the latter: Brief Encounter Laura Roman Holiday Lost in Translation All About Eve Marie Antoinette (the contemporary version) Mildred Pierce Sunset Blvd. White Heat The Postman Always Rings Twice Sorry Wrong Number The Night of The Hunter The Enchanted Cottage Sabrina The Full Monty E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial The Celebration The Godfather, parts 1 & 2. Raise the Red Lantern Rope Rear Window Das Boot 2001: A Space Odyssey American Graffiti Donnie Darko When Harry met Sally The Long, Long Trailer The Exorcist Nosferatu

A Separate Peace by John Knowles (when it was was over I said. "so what?") I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou (tries too hard to be shocking, but just succeeds in being offensive) The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (B-O-R-I-N-G) Love Story by Erich Segal (I gag when I think of it)

I read them all as a young girl and absolutely loved each one. I might just re-read them!

Another by the wonderful T.S. Eliot: Rhapsody on a Windy Night T.S. Eliot Twelve o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Disolve the floors of memory And all its clear relations, Its divisions and precisions, Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum, And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium. Half-past one, The street lamp sputtered, The street lamp muttered, The street lamp said, "Regard that woman Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door Which opens on her like a grin. You see the border of her dress Is torn and stained with sand, And you see the corner of her eye Twists like a crooked pin." The memory throws up high and dry A crowd of twisted things; A twisted branch upon the beach Eaten smooth, and polished As if the world gave up The secret of its skeleton, Stiff and white. A broken spring in a factory yard, Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left Hard and curled and ready to snap. Half-past two, The street-lamp said, "Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter, Slips out its tongue And devours a morsel of rancid butter." So the hand of the child, automatic, Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay. I could see nothing behind that child's eye. I have seen eyes in the street Trying to peer through lighted shutters, And a crab one afternoon in a pool, An old crab with barnacles on his back, Gripped the end of a stick which I held him. Half-past three, The lamp sputtered, The lamp muttered in the dark. The lamp hummed: "Regard the moon, La lune ne garde aucune rancune, She winks a feeble eye, She smiles into corners. She smooths the hair of the grass. The moon has lost her memory. A washed-out smallpox cracks her face, Her hand twists a paper rose, That smells of dust and old Cologne, She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells That cross and cross across her brain. The reminiscence comes Of sunless dry geraniums And dust in crevices, Smells of chestnuts in the streets And female smells in shuttered rooms And cigarettes in corridors And cocktail smells in bars." The lamp said, "Four o'clock, Here is the number on the door. Memory! You have the key, The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair, Mount. The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall, Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life." The last twist of the knife.

My favorite: La Figlia Che Piange T. S. Eliot O quam te memorem virgo

I often do. I read the entire Twilight series and loved it!

We had spaghetti with marinara sauce and a salad of mixed greens and tomatoes drizzled with Italian dressing.

Hi Ali! Welcome to a fellow book-lover.

Hi Fionen, and welcome! I don't live too far away from you.

....hit the mayor right on his top hat, causing....

"On the morning the last Lisbon girl took her turn at suicide -- it was mary this time, and sleeping pills, like Therese -- the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement, from which it was possible to tie a rope." ~ The Virgin Suicides - Jeffrey Eugenides

Hopefully someone would pass me a tranquilizer. After it had taken effect I'd choose Love in a Cold Climate by Nancy Mitford.

....a pancake at the pancake-eating contest. As the contestants lined up....

Hi Genevieve! I love your avatar!

Hi and welcome! Have fun!

I'll read any book that looks good, regardless of length. Sometimes a short book is just what I need if I'm pressed for free time to read.

I have a hard time reading anything as lengthy as a book on the computer. The glare hurts my eyes too much.