While lying in bed today (sometime staying home sick just needs to be done), I reread Carrie Fisher's Postcards from the Edge. Seriously guys, aside from the whole awesome Star Wars thing, she's a brilliant writer. Scaldingly funny. I was in a terrible mood when I started reading, and then I was snort-laughing like a dork.
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"Don't you remember me?" asked Tom.
"No," said April blankly. "Should I?"
"We dated in the Hamptons a few summers ago," Tom said, then waited expectantly for her flash of recognition.
April looked quite embarrassed. "I'm afraid I don't," she said.
"Did you have sex?" Rachel asked Tom.
"I believe we tried, but I was..." He searched for the right words, then snapped his fingers as he found it. "Impotent!" he said brightly, as if it was a good word, like "tan."
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She always ended up with guys like this, in relationships she likened to being partners on a school science fair project. She always felt like calling them up afterward and saying, "You left your beaker and your petri dish here. Do you want me to bring it to class tomorrow?"
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not even near the funniest parts, just pages I flipped to. oh how I love this book. go read it. Also, my birthday is November 23rd.
Posted by samantha at March 31, 2004 09:22 PM