Best Friends, a novel by Martha Moody. Two women meet as roommates in college and interact between California and Ohio. Lots of very strange family dynamics. Do we tell, do we not tell? Are we there for each other no matter what?
This book reminded me so much of my best friend from high school (over 30 years ago) that I made contact with her after not communicating in almost three years (very long story there).
We've had a really weird friendship -- complicated by her involvement with one of my brothers (he's married; she's had five husbands). I was hoping they were "over" and she and I could just be good friends again. No more "monkey in the middle" being pulled in two. I was very disappointed to learn they are still in contact. In fact, she had e-mailed him "guess who I'm talking to" while we were on the phone and filled him in on our conversation as soon as we hung up. Apparently they are "just good friends," but I've heard that before.
Both my daughter and my sister-in-law (NOT THAT ONE) reacted exactly as a predicted they would when I told them I'd made the contact. "What, are you crazy?"
Perfume, a Story of Murderer -- a strangely beautiful movie. Silence of the Lambs-ish set in France during the 1600s.
I'd never heard of this movie and must have queued it up on Netflix because Alan Rickman has a leading role. He usually plays a great really creapy bad guy. Here he is a good guy (still great and kind of really creapy). Two and a half hours of suspense with some gorgeous scenery, some really ugly reality and Dustin Hoffman in a powdered wig and make up. I'd watch it again.
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