I love the smell of spring, living in California, and daylight savings. And days like today make me wish I knew San Jose like the back of my hand, i.e. where all the cool restaurants and cafes and really chic boutiques are. My actual hometown is so incredibly suburban, and it's simply not a fun way to spend an afternoon, choosing whether to sit at this Starbucks or that one, or maybe try something really offbeat like going to Peet's instead. Really.
Springtime even makes reading Virginia Woolf enjoyable. But for fairness's sake, I can't tell if it's the good weather or the actual literature. I think after having to read Gertrude Stein (only 3 pages of it!), anything is a blast. Reading "Tender Buttons" absolutely made me want to cry; it was so frustrating and nonsensical, and I even Googled "How to read Gertrude Stein," but it didn't really yield anything that helpful. If you're ever feeling particularly masochistic, go check it out.
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