It’s not my usual reading fare, being non-fiction and all, but the author, Linda Grant, has a knack for storytelling so she was able to fool my finicky, fantasy/YA/sci-fi-consuming self. I managed to trundle through the first half of the book engrossed and engaged, and armed with Post-its, I marked up the fascinating quotes that have peppered my previous posts. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading them as much as I.
And then I hit a reading slump. I don’t blame Grant; in fact, I doubt anything could’ve gotten me out of it, even my beloved YA brain candy. Things just got cray-cray at work and rather than taking advantage of the 20 minutes of SSR at the beginning of each class block, I frantically graded papers instead. I know. Bad role model. But things had to get done.
So I’m here to tell you that I can’t whole-heartedly recommend this book since I have yet to finish it, and what if it takes a turn for the worse in the latter half of it? I’d hate for you to have squandered your time and energy and money (although I did borrow my copy free from the library) because of me. I’ll update you if and when I finally get around to the end.
In the meantime, I leave you with the excerpt I chose specifically to coincide with today’s 50s-inspired halter dress:
Sexy is not the desire to have sex. Sexy is not what turns on the person looking at you. Sexy is a state of mind, of understanding that under all the drapery there is a body, and inside the body are instincts and desires. Sexy is a state of being. It’s a way of knowing you’re alive. It’s the sensual relationship of skin to cloth.
Many women when they reach middle age, or menopause, cease to feel that they are women, or women who are endorsed by male attention. Their clothes announce their resignation; they’ve resigned from being women. They’re resigned to no longer being looked at…
I now believe, as I used not to, that without some element of muted sexiness women don’t feel entirely themselves…We can forget for many a long year to be or feel or look sexy. WE can rebel against sexy…We can give up, or be too depressed or too downtrodden, but if you put a woman in a very sexy dress and show her her own reflection in a mirror, she will first weep and then laugh.
Because it is necessary, this desire to be sexy; it’s the deep part of who we are. It’s all the difference.
I feel sexy in this dress, bared arms and all. I hope you’ve felt the same at least once this week, if not more. Let’s all celebrate being beautiful, wonderful, sexy women! Go on and click on the blue froggy and link up! I want to see your gorgeous selves and/or your gorgeous creations!
: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Dress – eBay
Necklace – gift from my son
Cardi – F21
Pumps – Payless