A reader who’ll try anything once, including bad books in search of good ones. Eclectic as her tastes are, she tends to gravitate to historical romances, realistic contemporaries, and some fantasy novels.
My questionable thanks to willaful for ambushing me early this morning with her challenge, and my apologies for starting with a cheat list.
"She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece"
Hozier - Take me to Church lyrics
Not a film or a book, but music. It's funny because I can't carry a tune in a bucket nor do I particularly relish reading poetry. Except in lyrics.
This doesn't describe who I am or who I wish to be—though the second fits too—this is about the the three women who I thought of first. I'm not expecting them to answer and continue with this challenge, but at same time I cannot not mention them. My friends and blogger sisters.
I did mention I was going to cheat, didn't I.
Ridley, not a giggle but a guffaw.
Becks, worth every laurel and more.
Liz, "the last true mouthpiece", I miss you.