I think I told you a little while ago, but let me remind you. The mobile/tablet app for Goodreads has free e-books. Free! Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of them. They seem mostly to be the classics and so—because I didn't already have a Kindle and a 'real' bookshelf full of unread books—I dove in and read James Joyce's The Dubliners. Short stories. Mmmm. They aren't my favourite genre. How about you? In a way they are good for the short-on-time or the short-on-attention, they suit busyness and snatched reading time, but I think, in some ways they have a harder task to captivate you. They have to do so much more in so much less space. So for me a short story needs to be a prose poem. It has to be exceptional. Beautiful. Crafted. And quirky. Call me fussy, but James' short stories don't fit that equation. In this place of the short story I think the contempories have it over the modernists and the classicists. Even though these stories of James' are infinitly more realistic and comprehensible, I'll take epic, complicated, 'riverrun, past Adam and Eve's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs', novel sized Joyce any day in preference. This and two other books finished this week brings my yearly total to a meagre twenty. Eighty to go to get my yearly total goal. Seems unlikely, but not impossible.
Today's is a one designer inspiration—Prada. The only thing I didn't do is walk down the runway with just-out-of-the-shower hair. I know you all think I am a majorly intense fashionista, but this is really the first year that I have even paid any attention to a whole catwalk season launch so I have no idea if it is usual for there to be such a plethora of bad hair. Being a finninicky hair stylist myself I feel I am qualified to talk. Prada has wet hair, Louis Vuitton has bad wigs, and the majority of other designers have parted hair down the middle and combed it down, or bunged it back in a ponytail. Yay. Now I don't have to bother getting curlers and straighteners and everything in between. But clothes? Prada inspired me with looks like this, this and this. But if they were to gift me one outfit, then I would choose this, with this bag, and I would at least pull my hair into a ponytail.
Who wore it better?
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