In the Drink
I just finished the Kate Christenson book in the hot tub. It's chick lit, I suppose, but it's at the very top of the genre. Claudia, the narrator, is a ghostwriter for an aging, bitchy New York socialite. She's also three months behind on her rent, secretly in love with her best friend, and a pretty serious alcohol abuser.
Which leads me to my favorite quote from this book:
"I thought about what to drink when I got home. I had a bottle of vodka in the cupboard, and a few days ago I'd stashed half a bottle of gin somewhere safe...I rolled the decision on my tongue: vodka was clear and clean and lucidly numbing, but gin had that oily juniper-berry underbelly, a hallucinatory edge that sometimes took me out of myself. But gin was tricky, it could backfire if you weren't careful, and who wanted to be careful?"
That's exactly right, isn't it?
Which leads me to my favorite quote from this book:
"I thought about what to drink when I got home. I had a bottle of vodka in the cupboard, and a few days ago I'd stashed half a bottle of gin somewhere safe...I rolled the decision on my tongue: vodka was clear and clean and lucidly numbing, but gin had that oily juniper-berry underbelly, a hallucinatory edge that sometimes took me out of myself. But gin was tricky, it could backfire if you weren't careful, and who wanted to be careful?"
That's exactly right, isn't it?