It was a rainy day in Paris yesterday - the perfect kind of day for a hot mug of something and a good book...
Despite my best efforts at reading an actual book, I was over this one before I even finished my latte (in a for-here mug I must point out! - so eco, that Cannes Cannes). Gertrude Stein tries to make the book read how Alice B. Toklas actually spoke. I just have to say right here and now, I could never have been friends with Alice! The woman can't finish a thought to save her life.
I contemplated leaving the book in Starbucks, but then didn't want a good samaritan to come running after me with "the book I forgot". As I walked around Les Halles later that day, I couldn't help but look around for spots to "donate" my book. Then I thought that might be considered littering and thought better of it...
The book is now with me here in my mini-appartement taking up precious space, which in all honesty, makes me even more irritated at Gertrude. Not only did I have to lug a book I'll never read around Les Halles, but now Ms Stein's writing is using up part of my 28.85 meters squared. Merde.