I finished reading Bee Season last night even though I had a monster headache that had persisted all day long. It was really good, I didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I did for whatever reason, I didn't think I'd care that much about a story about spelling bees. It was so much more than that though, it was about a girl and her father using Jewish mysticism practices of chanting and permutating letters to try to see the face of god. All the family members are sad and facinating, and it's about closness, meditation, longing, acceptance.

My sister Laurel is arriving in LA this Sunday to spend a week with me - she's on a cruise to Mexico this week, and the boat drops her off in Long Beach. It should be really fun, but I can't belive this summer is flying by so quickly. I feel like August is rushing up on me.