Traveling, roller coasters (the scarier the better!), all things chocolate, documentaries, shoe shopping, talk radio (helps me sleep), YA fiction, dancing, the beach, skiing, museums, painting, coffee, girl talk, different cultures, long dangly earrings, hideous prom dresses, corny jokes, mosaics, underdogs, YouTube, ghost stories, politics, accents, and, cotton candy.
Readers, writers, booksellers, librarians, friends new and old . . . come and say, hi!
Similar to my answer below about movies, only with music I tend to hum my favorite songs so that my friends can attempt to guess the artists I'm talking about. But since I'm hopelessly tone deaf (except in the shower) we tend to give up after a few tries and go for coffee.
I don't know why, but when asked about film I get such stagefright, my answer usually goes like this: “Yeah, I loved that one about the thing. It had that really tall actor guy in it.†Which is usually greeted by a perplexed expression, so I feel the need to go on. “You know who I’m talking about, right? He was dating that famous actress for a while? The one with the gnarly mug shot? No?â€
What is it that compels me to watch "ANTM" each week (sometimes more than once)? Why must I perform my secret popcorn ritual to ready myself for “Gossip Girl†when I’ve read most of the books? And why, oh WHY, am I STILL obsessed with “The Bachelor?†Do I secretly enjoy watching catfights? Is my life so dull that I have to live vicariously though scripted reality? Or is it because I don’t have cable? Which, by the way, doesn’t thwart me from getting my “Hills†fix now that they’ve started podcasting entire episodes. Yay! I even went back to watch all the seasons of "Laguna Beach!" (Okay, maybe there’s a pattern here . . . but I can stop anytime I want. And I watch a lot of PBS, too. Really!)
Judy Blume, Orhan Pamuk, Sarah Dessen, Aimee Friedman, Jack Finney, Melissa Senate, Samuel Richardson, Sherri Smith, Colette, Rebecca Wells, Maya Angelou, R.L. Stine, Cathy Hopkins, Daniel Defoe, Louis Sachar, Sherman Alexie, Sharon Creech, Meg Cabot, and more.
My parents. And I'm not just saying that 'cause they might read this. Seriously. I'm not!