whisper

listen.
i have a secret.
but promise me
that you won't tell
a soul.
promise?
good.
i knew i could trust you.
okay.
here it is.
i like happy endings.
and love stories.

there!

augh!

i said it!

don't make me repeat myself!

but seriously.

i really do.

don't get me wrong-- i love unhappy endings as well.

(hmm. well i'm not evil. i just do.)

as long as they teach you something.

most happy endings don't teach you nothin', sonny.

ZERO value.

but that doesn't mean i can't still like some of them.

and love stories.

most of them are cheap, trite, predictable, and nauseating.

too mushy

too unrealistic

too blech.

but.

i am a female.

if a female who is picky about what she's brainwashed with.

so i enjoy the tastefully made chick flick every now and again.

the inspiration behind this all-too-revealing post?

i'm pretty sure the last 2344 books i read (not counting jane eyre and EL&IC)

all had depressing if illuminating endings.

SO last night i had one of those girly moments.

(it was weird. i don't get those too often.)

and ran (skipped? scampered? flitted? what is it those graceful, twitterpated girls do?) to my bookshelf and picked up

pride & prejudice.

would you like to hear how i justify it?

1. it's semi-feminist/satirical

2. unique sentence structure and refreshing use of vocabulary

3. HIGH-larious.

4. i just love jane austen's plot lines. fraught with improbable coincidences that are surprisingly like everyday life.

5. i'm a sucker for mr. darcy. 

phew. i'm glad i got that off my chest.

you and i -- wilco & feist

i'm the man who loves you -- wilco

the queen's rebuke -- the decemberists