TMI Tuesday. You'll Laugh. You'll Cry. It's Better than Cats.

1. What was your favorite book as a kid?
“Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott. Loved it. I can’t remember how old I was when I first picked it up, but I do know that I must have read it at least a dozen times during my adolescence. I have a feeling that it’s not popular with the young chicas these days -- the girls I know in the appropriate age range are more into reading serialized stories in the High School Musical ilk or magazines or, sadly, not reading at all. I think the fact that I was mesmerized by a hundred-year-old book is pretty cool -- and is probably the real foundation for me becoming an English major during my second tour of duty in college.

2. If you were stranded on that proverbial desert island (again!), what book or books (up to 5) would you want to have with you?
*The Bible
*Complete Works of William Shakespeare (plays and sonnets)
*The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
*One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Márquez
*Complete Works of Jackie Collins (if such a thing doesn’t exist, it should.)

3. What was the first "naughty" book you read and in what way was it naughty?
Honestly, I can’t remember if this was the first “naughty” book I read, but it’s certainly one of the first -- Judith Krantz’ Scruples. Mature themes, language and lots of sex scenes. I read it one summer while lying out in the sun in my backyard -- must have been about 13 or 14. It was just the first in a long line of trash novels that I’ve read -- and still read today. Preferably at the beach.

4. If you were to publish your autobiography today, what would be the title?
Hmmm. The title of this blog might work: Confessions of a Middle-Aged Suburban Diva. Or Colouring Outside the Lines. Or Lack of Control.

5. Would you rather look at nude pictures/pornography or read erotic fiction and why?
Read erotic fiction. No question. My mind is my most sensitive erogenous zone and I like to be able to create my own visual accoutrements. Porn’s ok -- but this is much, much hotter.

PS: Looking for some really good -- as in really hot and really well-written -- erotic fiction? Check out the works of my great pal Susan DiPlacido. You won’t be sorry. She’s awesome. Both as an author and as a person.

Bonus (as in optional):Do you know the whereabouts today of the first person with whom you had sex?
Kind of. A trip to Google gave me a pretty good idea as to where he lives (eastern seaboard). But it’s been years and years since I’ve seen him. Although he does pop up occasionally in a dream. Go figure.


SusanD said...

Aw, thank you for the plug!

jason said...

ah....God bless google.

And I like that, _Coloring outside the Lines_.

Sherrie said...

"One Hundred Years of Solitude" was a great book, but have you read "Love in the Time of Cholera", also by Gabriel Garcia Marquez? It is among my top five books, a bitter tale of unrequited love that I'll never forget- several lines from it are permanently imbedded in my gray matter. Most of all, the first line: "It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love."
If you haven't read it, check it out- you'll be very moved by it, I bet.

citizen jane said...

Ashamedly, I haven't read Love in the Time of Cholera -- and it's sitting on my bookshelf, right next to my dog-earred copy of One Hundred Years...

I'll move it to the front part of my To-Read pile. Your recommendation sealed that deal.