I’ve been wanting to read Forget About It for ages. Absolutely ages. I absolutely loved the sound of it, but I only got around to buying the book with an Amazon voucher a few weeks ago. I don’t really know what held me back from buying it before. Probably because there were other books I really w...
In this hilarious, romantic comedy, two twenty-something neighbors embark on a zany mission to meet the founder of Starbucks, and in doing so, find each other.
It’s a black-and-white photo that I took when I actually went to Renton, outside Seattle, to visit the grave site. It has the lyrics to “Angel” scrawled in Jimi’s recognizable handwriting—recognizable to anyone who’s a Jimi Hendrix fan—and then somehow transferred onto marble. To me it’s a beauti...
I lost it at fifteen. To say it was a rough patch in my young life would be understating things: It was like being dragged over a bed of nails in a nylon body stocking. Why didn’t it come out earlier? At first it was because I didn’t want to blow things with my new boyfriend at the time—Brett—who...