It’s a crying shame if you haven’t; I read it years and years and years (ok, I’ll stop now) ago, and it’s one of the most-beloved books in my collection.
What a cast of characters.
The genius writer brother; the gun-crazy brother; the beauty- and romance-obsessed sister; the fiercely protective Greek Man Friday; and the food-obsessed and long-suffering mother (or Mother, as she’s referred to).
Should I, or should I not, watch the Super Bowl?
I don’t want to watch the Super Bowl.
I have absolutely no interest in football.
But I might have to park myself in front of the TV (be sure my laptop and/or Kindle will be at the ready, if that happens) to see the ads that seem to generate at least as much excitement as the game itself.
I work in a field related to media.
If I miss out on the ads, half of me worries that I won’t be able to participate in the online water cooler that I know will strike up immediately (who am I kidding, it’s already started) once the ads kick off.
And if I don’t watch the ads, I won’t be able to write a snarky blog post on “the best Super Bowl ad” or “the worst Super Bowl ad” or “why the Super Bowl ads sucked” or… you get my drift.