The objective of the day was minimal today: look after my tuture, the pampered and send it to the garage for inspection. What I am is a real moral problem. Indeed, owning a car is a completely new situation for me, and I must say, quite contradictory to my way of seeing things. But hey, let's admit it. My principles were liquefied in the Suburbanite. It is very hard to survive in the suburbs of NYC without a car, and I think I already have a record of longevity. Eighteen months, which could be better?
Then, the evening was spent reading "Girl with a Pearl Earring" by Tracy Chevalier. Many months behind the book in my library, and I do not know, or even abhor, voluntarily. This last one ex - It Takes Time to just get over it .
Scarlett on the cover, obviously that catches my eye. So obviously I started and finished the bugger to book. Aaargh.
It is fully appreciated as the works Vermeer: clear, bright, simple. Knight tells us his own version of the history of Girl with a Pearl (and the Dairy, the Girl with Glass of Wine, The Concert). In three days, eyeing the poster adorning his room, the author has laid this simple story.
And in less time, the historical novel is readable. Extrêmenent nothing original, not far from empty bombast of Da Vinci Code and consors. Griet's story is refreshing. I'll throw myself on the first DVD of the film adaptation.
Top Five movies of Miss S. Johannson (20 years!)
1. Lost in Translation
2. Ghost World
3. The Man Who Was not There
4. The Horse Whisperer
[5. Girl with a Perl Earring?]