From Hawaii with Love

I've got one more day of beach-going, mom's-food-eating, novel-reading bliss before I'm scheduled to get on a plane back to NYC. Over the weekend, I polished off four novels--Tinkers, by Paul Harding, Great House, by Nicole Krauss, a guilty beach read that is about as chick-lit as one can get (you'll never get me to disclose the title), and An Object of Beauty, by Steve Martin. That's what I do when I get an ounce of free time--I stick my head in a book and rarely come up for air. Between that and my my stubborn refusal to budge from my spot on the sandy beach for the past 72 hours, I can say that I am now thoroughly rested and recuperated. Not that I'm quite ready to face the subzero snowy weather that is reportedly awaiting me back in New York.

I hope everyone else had as great of a holiday weekend as I did. xoxo