thirty days until classes start. thirty days until syllabi, textbooks, lecture notes, writing conferences and all the other abc’s of fall semester. i wish i could go back for the beginning part, with fresh notebooks and the autumn snap in the air – actually, i wish i had a pleated plaid skirt to wear across the green. but then i’ll come home when all the leaves have fallen and i lose my highlighter, when four flights of stairs aren’t a novel workout anymore, when the spiral in my notebook gets bent out of shape and people start disappearing into the library for consecutive days at a time.
truman capote’s breakfast at tiffany’s, which i’ve never read, is this week’s selection for the times‘ ‘great summer read’ series. i took the first chapter to the gym this afternoon. but i still read glamour in the chaise lounge while i ate lunch, so don’t get all concerned, i’m not overextending myself during my intellectual summer vacation. i like tiffany’s. i think late 50’s novels tend to attract me; on the road was published in 1957, the year before breakfast at tiffany’s. which reminds me, with only thirty days, when will i finish all the other books i’ve started this summer?
maybe right after i find that pleated skirt.
quote of the day: “the summer’s all in bloom, the summer is ending soon. it’s all right, and it’s nice not to be so alone, but i hold on to your secrets, in white houses” – vanessa carlton
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