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...would do everything I could to stop it (Do you know how many nurses think the heart surgeon is really in love with them? If you keep this up, I will lock you in your room! etc.). I might not succeed, but I do know I would not curl up on the sofa and chat about it. And I would not tuck away a soiled dress as if my daughter had caught the bridal bouquet, even under the guise of preserving it as potential evidence. But, then again, I would never have written a book like The Private Lives...
...Curl up with a book, but note that not all libraries are well-suited for this. Widener's stacks have a reputation for getting quite steamy at times. The lack of ventilation is distressing even in the winter, when it is still frequently overheated...
Rather than with Bridget, curl up with Nuala O'Faolain (Are You Somebody: The Accidental Memoir of a Dublin Woman) and Julia Scully (Outside Passages), who elicit a hundred now-isn't-that-the-truth moments. O'Faolain, a celebrated columnist at the Irish Times, is more than a female Frank McCourt. While she's no slouch at depicting old-sod poverty--sleeping with a scrap of sheet to keep her father's overcoat from scratching her chin and dreaming of a place to hang her ragged clothes--her real strength is in her close-to-the-bone rendering...
...Island has plenty to keep the whole family busy, including the Butterfly House, a walk-through greenhouse filled with live butterflies and flowers, and Fort Mackinac. For starters, though, grab a taste of the island's world-famous fudge and take a carriage tour to get yourselves oriented. Then curl up in one of the hotel's porch rockers with a book by Ernest Hemingway or Edward Everett Hale: both writers found inspiration here many summers...
...time when earth-mother chic was just beginning its resurgence, I wanted elegance. My friends begged their parents for Birkenstocks, while secretly I hoped for red stiletto heels. I practised smoking everything from carrot sticks to toothpicks, hoping to find just the right nonchalant gesture to send a curl of imaginary smoke up past my face. I begged my older friends to teach me how to "slink...