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"They met when Hannah entered the program two falls ago, after she got back from London. For Alan, either the proximity of academia or the proximity of Hannah's year in London seems to have entitled him to be part British. He says 'post' instead of mail, 'cheers' instead of see ya. He calls me 'e-LI-za', with a mournfol note on the second syllable, like some trying-to-be brogue. On, the outside, I smile at Alan politely. On the inside, I am screaming: You're from Newark, for fuck's sake!"

Heehee. I am thoroughly enjoying my newest dopey, for-entertainment-only book Getting Over Jack Wagner. Despite the funny little things in it, she said something that I wholeheartedly shook my head in agreement with a few pages back:

"Because there is always that initial moment - the instant when you rock star does that one small but critical, spontaneous, no-going-back, split-second-of-a-thing that reveals, instantly but definetly, that you will not be spending the rest of your life with him. For example: ...
b) the moment at the beach when he's ... tossing one of those obnoxious whistling beach toys
These are not big things, like political preferences or religious beliefs or really bad haircuts (Ha! She agrees - hair is a HUGE thing!) ... These are the moments that happen by instinct, not designed to score or convince or impress, and that's what makes them more alarming."

I love to read :)