James Bond.

Or, more specifically, Pierce Brosnan. He happens to be my crush of the month. And before anyone says anything, yes, I realize he's 57 and yes, I realize he is married. But who could possibly resist this?

Or even current-day Pierce?



Well, anyway, I've spent all of the past two weeks watching Pierce Brosnan movies ranging from his stint as the world's favorite British secret agent to the title role in the Thomas Crowne Affair (which was the movie to spark my love of PB in the first place). Included are Laws of Attraction, Mamma Mia, and Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief. Utterly irresistable in all of them.

Love, love, love.


In other news, I have written out all the titles of books I've read since starting my job at the golf course's phone room. Without including re-reads of old books, I have started and finished about 24 books. Favorites include Suzanne Enoch's Samantha Jellicoe/Rick Addison series to Julia Quinn's newest novels. In addition, I had finished Linda Fairstein's Alexandra Cooper books, probably my absolute favorite author/series yet. I want to be Alex, please and thank you. One-L was probably the only book read for semi-school related purposes.

I'm still not sure if I should be proud or slightly embarrassed by the sheer volume of novels I ripped through this summer.