Mandi’s Reads: Sad Girl With Books
Pictured: me being sad with books
“Sad Girl With Books.” That search brought someone to this blog a little while ago, and four words have never made me so happy. I love the thought that out there in the world, some kindred spirit sat down at their computer, typed “sad girl with books,” and fate and an algorithm brought them to me. Google has cemented my identity. I am now Sad Girl With Books™. I have a brand.
My brand, Sad Girl With Books™, is obviously the brand of a spinster. Way back in May, I declared this the Summer of the Spinster. Here are the rules for Summer of the Spinster:
*Spinsterhood is a state of mind.
*Anyone can be a spinster regardless of age, gender, or marital status.
*#SummeroftheSpinster doesn’t care about you unplugging for the season or looking swimsuit ready. It just cares if you’re crotchety as hell.
Activities for Summer of the Spinster:
*Drink with people
*Read while you’re ignoring people
*Rant about things
*Summer of the Spinster is about doing what you want at all times, just so long as your presence ups the creep factor of the group you’re with.
Summer of the Spinster Fashion:
*Take your style cues from spinsters of yore. Let Miss Havisham be your life coach (except for the whole letting cake go to waste fiasco).
*Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen are excellent spinster style mavens.
*If you’re feeling jaunty, throw a doily over your shoulders for that “just been donated to Goodwill” look.
*If you need face powder, save money by scooping up some of the dust caking your recluse’s hovel.
*Stop moisturizing immediately in order to achieve maximum crepeyness.
Remember: I’m not only a participant in Summer of the Spinster, I am its founder. I am the Spirit of Summer of the Spinster (evidence: this picture of me as Miss Mandi Havisham). And the Spirit of Summer of the Spinster commands you to go forth and read some not at all dusty books about sexy, independent, fashionable spinsters:
Cocaine Blues: A Phryne Fisher Mystery
By: Kerry Greenwood
This is where it all started! The first classic Phryne Fisher mystery, featuring our delectable heroine, cocaine, communism and adventure. Phryne leaves the tedium of English high society for Melbourne, Australia, and never looks back.
The London season is in full fling at the end of the 1920s, but the Honorable Phryne Fisher—she of the green-grey eyes, diamant garters, and outfits that should not be sprung suddenly on those of nervous dispositions—is rapidly tiring of the tedium of arranging flowers, making polite conversations with retired colonels, and dancing with weak-chinned men. Instead, Phryne decides it might be rather amusing to try her hand at being a lady detective in Melbourne, Australia.
Almost immediately from the time she books into the Windsor Hotel, Phryne is embroiled in mystery: poisoned wives, cocaine smuggling rings, corrupt cops and communism—not to mention erotic encounters with the beautiful Russian dancer, Sasha de Lisse—until her adventure reaches its steamy end in the Turkish baths of Little Lonsdale Street. (Publisher’s Marketing)
Reads well with: “Let’s Misbehave” and a dry martini
The Habit of Being: The Letters of Flannery O’Connor
By: Flannery O’Connor
“I have come to think that the true likeness of Flannery O’Connor will be painted by herself, a self-portrait in words, to be found in her letters…There she stands, a phoenix risen from her own words: calm, slow, funny, courteous, both modest and very sure of herself, intense, sharply penetrating, devout but never pietistic, downright, occasionally fierce, and honest in a way that restores honor to the word.”—Sally Fitzgerald (Publisher’s Marketing)
Reads well with: “I’m a Woman” by Peggy Lee and a sloe gin fizz
One of Our Thursdays is Missing
By: Jasper Fforde
Fans can breathe a sigh of relief because Thursday Next—or at least one of her—is back. At a time of great unrest in the BookWorld, only the ace literary detective can avert a devastating Genre War—thing is, Thursday has vanished. Now the written Thursday must answer the call, save the BookWorld, evade capture, and find the actual Thursday! With a clockwork Butler in tow, and Men in Plaid as well as her Designated Love Interest in pursuit, she must reluctantly agree to journey up the mysterious Metaphoric River for answers. (Publisher’s Marketing)
Reads well with: “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac and toast
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