the first story in this book breaks my heart a little everytime i read it - in that way that you need your heart broken from time to time.
this letter confirms my suspicions that it is time to subscribe to the new yorker.
i wish i had a couple hundred dollars lying around for these (as well as for anything that emily has made recently).
the author of my current booklove is in town and i need a date.
i have the best friends that a girl could ask for and sunday dinner is the best beginning/end to any week.