It's been years since I first read The Virgin Suicides, and while I dug into Euginides' "The Marriage Plot" this winter, Johan dug out my copy of the former from the bookshelf so that we wound up taking the same author to bed at night. Unfortunately he forgot the book on a plane en route from Brussels to Copenhagen, and had to order a new copy on Amazon in order to finish the last chapter. Turned out to be a fortunate thing, cos it's a beautiful paperback and now I'm rereading it and loving it just as much as the first time. The length and rhythm of the sentences are just the most thrilling ever.
Wasa with Manchego. It looked so peculiar with those red fingernails, I made Johan document it with a photo.
I replanted my store-bought basil. I also got myself some tomato plants that are growing like crazy, but there are no signs of tomatoes yet.