domingo, 20 de dezembro de 2009


O Pra Ler Depois faz aniversario hoje.

Happy B-day to us.

No mesmo dia do meu cachorro, nunca mais esqueco.

quarta-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2009

The Time Traveler's Wife - Claire


This is a secret: sometimes I am glad when Henry is gone. Sometimes I enjoy being alone. Sometimes I walk through the house late at night and I shiver with the pleasure of not talking, not touching, just walking, or sitting, or taking a bath. Sometimes I lie on the living room floor and listen to Fleetwood Mac, the Bangles, the B-52’s, the Eagles, bands that Henry can’t stand. Sometimes I go for long walks with Alba and I don’t leave a note saying where I am. Sometimes I meet Celia for coffee, and we talk about Henry, and Ingrid, and whoever Celia’s seeing that week. Sometimes I hang out with Charisse and Gomez, and we don’t talk about Henry, and we manage to enjoy ourselves. Once I went to Michigan and when I came back Henry was still gone and I never told him I had been anywhere. Sometimes I get a babysitter and I go to the movies or I ride my bicycle after dark along the bike path by Monroe beach with no lights; it’s like flying.

terça-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2009

The Time Traveler's Wife - Henry

When you live with a woman you learn something every day. So far I have learned that long hair will clog up the shower drain before you can say “Liquid-Plumr”; that it is not advisable to clip something out of the newspaper before your wife has read it, even if the newspaper in question is a week old; that I am the only person in our two-person household who can eat the same thing for dinner three nights in a row without pouting; and that headphones were invented to preserve spouses from each other’s musical excesses. […] The hardest lesson is Clare’s solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; I’ve interrupted some train of thought, broken into the dreamy silence of her day. Sometimes I see an expression on Clare’s mind and is sitting there knitting or something. I’ve discovered that Clare likes to be alone.

(Porque meus namorados nunca descobriram isso tambem?)

domingo, 6 de dezembro de 2009

A Lonely Weekend @ The Beach

One Martini, Two Martinis, Three Martinis, floor!

sexta-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2009

Oh Vida

Eu to na praia a dois dias, sem nada pra fazer. Mas nada, nada mesmo.

Ontem acordei, tomei cafe, fui ate a praia de bici, corri, ouvi musica, assisti Friends, bebi mais cafe, escrevi um pouco. Li revista, livro, rotulo de shampoo. Comi um pacote de Tortinhas de chocolate.

Hoje acordei, tomei cafe, fui ate a praia de bici, corri, ouvi musica, assisti Friends, bebi mais cafe, escrevi um pouco. Li revista, livro, rotulo de shampoo. Comi um pacote de Bis (as Tortinhas se foram ontem).

Amanha vou acordar e fazer tudo denovo, doce rotina.

Precisa dizer que eu to comecando a me chatear?

quinta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2009

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo - Salander

When Salander went to bed on her seventh night in Hedeby, she was mildly irritated with Blomkvist. For almost a week she had spent practically every waking minute with him. Normally seven minutes of another person’s company was enough to give her a headache, so she set things up to live as a recluse. She was perfectly content as long as people left her in peace. Unfortunately society was not very smart or understanding; […]. There was a whole army of people who seemed not to have anything better to do than to try to disrupt her life, and, if they were given the opportunity, to correct the way she had chosen to live it.

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on. She had also learned that every time she tried to make someone aware of something in her life, the situation just got worse. Consequently, it was up to her to solve her problems by herself, using whatever methods she deemed necessary. (*like murdering) […]

*minha nota.


(Sempre quis parecer com a mocinha do livro mas isso raramente acontece. Apos anos de busca e mais de 500 livros lidos (ah, eu devo estar por ai…) enfim achei minha sosia, Lizbeth Salander. Excluindo o fato de que eu TALVEZ jamais mataria alguem so pra tirar essa pessoa do meu caminho, a gente se parece um monte).