I am currently reading a plethora of books. I read last night for about two hours, not wanting to put one of my favorite books (which I would highly recommend) The Crimson Petal and The White (I will refer to this as Petal cause it seems waaay easier) by Michael Faber. I have been reading it intermittently whenever possible this past week. Other than that I have most recently been catching up on all the entertainment news in OK! magazine this afternoon.
So quickly since it is oh so important (as I'm sure you will agree) I have found out from OK! magazine many enlightening items to share. Number one even thought Suri has Tom's eyes, she has Katie's mannerisms. Number two Jessica Simpson is more than likely pregnant or gaining more weight than Hollywood deems acceptable. Which one we will never know, or at least not for nine or so more months. And Number three Beyonce' is outraged that people are commenting that her baby bump might be fake. Not that she isn't pregnant mind you, but that maybe she is padding her belly, because she wants to seem more pregnant than she really is. Check out the pictures from when she was on Ellen, it seems the bump deflates. Actually she is just wearing an oddly poofy dress and I am thinking it is clothes like these that are causing the commotion. But alas she is distressed. Well at least according to the rag mag.
In much more important news, the Petal is just as good when reading again (I'm thinking this is my 6th read), and I still do not want to put it down. This is pure yummy romantic novel type fair, wrapped up in a legit fiction work. Michael Faber is awesome (I mean we all love Janet Evanovich, but he has a lot on her when it comes to the real deep meat of a story) I am in love with Sugar the main character in the novel. She is this teenage prostitute stuck in Victorian London. She is not going to be just a run of the mill prostitute, she is beautiful, smart, and most importantly cunning. The beginning of the book doesn't start with her thought. We have to learn about the streets of London in all of their grit. We focus in on Caroline a prostitute with a young son. We learn of how she became a prostitute and why she will go to her death as one. We see the streets for what they are. Dark, dank, muddled with sweaty men looking to find comfort for a night and women who struggle to make amends any other way. In rereading this novel I have found that the best parts have to do with the incredible way that Faber describes everything. Caroline, preparing for the day (or night) is described "To her face and hair Caroline affords a little more attention, scrutinising the particulars in a small hand-mirror tacked to eh wall. She is in fair repair for twenty-nine. A few pale scars on her forehead and chin. One black tooth that doesn't hurt a bit...her splendid nest of hair" (page 18). It goes on and on like this in so many passages. I am easily taken places in books. But here I am laughing, crying, and rooting for the women in this book. An easy read and well worth a second look, if not a fifth.
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