New York, New York

I recently stumbled on the book A Match Made on Madison by Dee Davis.

It is the story of a New York matchmaker trying to set up one of the city's most eligible bachelors. Along the way there are the usual high jinks, misunderstandings, and romantic entanglements.

The book was surprisingly good. The plot was interesting and the characters were likable. I found it a little too self-consciously New York-y though. Each chapter starts with a description of a Manhattan landmark which the heroine then visits. You live in New York, I get it, move on.

That aside, it was a good read.

Gorging on Lifetime movies

I have been Tivo-ing Lifetime movies non stop lately.

Yesterday I watched two of them.

First up was The Fab Five: The Texas Cheerleader Scandal. Texas? Cheerleaders? Scandal? What's not to like?


Basically these girls were bad to the bone cheerleaders (drinking! sex! being rude!) who met their match in their couch and Lifetime movie heroine. They did not, however, get the comeuppance smack down I was hoping for.



I also watched Poison Ivy: The Secret Society. This one had an innocent girl (from Iowa, of course) who was lured into a secret society. These girls were slutty and murder-y, as I assume all secret society members are. In the end our heroine prevailed, sort of.


What have I learned from all these films? I was right not to ever be much of a joiner. It only ends in tears.

School loans are a pain - take up counting cards

I was vaguely excited to watch 21. Why? I don't know, good cast, Jim Sturgess is cute, and it seemed like a relatively interesting plot.

And, yet....

Both Jim Sturgess and Kate Bosworth were exceptionally uncute. Plus I found the characters annoying (just get a loan to go to medical school like the rest of us...you don't have to count cards in Vegas!) and what happened to Kevin Spacey? Wasn't he once delightful and not all icky?

In the end, you sort of just wanted things to end badly for them and it was hard to feel too bad when it did (oh no! your ill-gotten money that you stuffed in your roof got stolen? how tragic!).

I guess I just like more heroes.

The Twilight saga is a less good Harry Potter

So I have already blogged about my love for Stephenie Meyer and her Twilight series. I was, of course, thrilled, when the librarian put the fourth and final book into my hot little hands and ran home to read and read.

Breaking Dawn is good, which is no surprise, and definitely worth reading. After all, how could you skip it? It's the last book! Don't you want to see what happens? Of course.

But, of the four it was probably my least favorite, which was a little disappointing.

I felt like the author rushed to tie everything up neatly, and that there was a lot of build up that all really amounted to nothing.

Maybe she needed another book? I don't know, but I was bummed that it hadn't been as good as the others.

The Olympics are oddly like heroin

While Leisure Girls enjoys many kinds of television entertainment, I am beyond not a sports person. Other than faking interest when I was first dating someone ("I LOVE football!") I can happily go my whole life without watching any sporting events, the Superbowl included.

And, in the past, this disinterest has included the Olympics. Un-American? Perhaps, but I just didn't find any of it that interesting.

I have now spent 80% of the last weekend watching the Olympics, and it seems like the more I watch, the more I want to see. I cannot at all explain this phenomenon, but I do know what I will be doing tonight.