Well, I TOTALLY forgot to post yesterday, peeps. I am really busy today....haircut this morning, some chores I need to get out of the way this afternoon, and then off to a dinner party later this evening, so I will need to make this a quickie. But everyone likes a quickie, right?!?! :)
Last weekend, we received The Descendants through Netflix and the hubs and I both really enjoyed it. It wasn't really what I expected, but in a good way. The girl who played the older daughter was great. George Clooney was good, but when is he not good? Or at least good to look at? I would recommend it highly.
My current guilty pleasure/ear wig song is We Found Love by Rihanna. I am loving exercising to it. And I sing it all day. Just about every day. And have been for weeks.
The next book I think I am going to read is The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skoolt. This book has literally been sitting on my bedside table for years. I don't know why I keep passing it over, but I am going to make myself finally pick it up.
From Amazon: "From a single, abbreviated life grew a seemingly immortal line of cells
that made some of the most crucial innovations in modern science
possible. And from that same life, and those cells, Rebecca Skloot has
fashioned in The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks a fascinating
and moving story of medicine and family, of how life is sustained in
laboratories and in memory. Henrietta Lacks was a mother of five in
Baltimore, a poor African American migrant from the tobacco farms of
Virginia, who died from a cruelly aggressive cancer at the age of 30 in
1951. A sample of her cancerous tissue, taken without her knowledge or
consent, as was the custom then, turned out to provide one of the holy
grails of mid-century biology: human cells that could survive--even
thrive--in the lab. Known as HeLa cells, their stunning potency gave
scientists a building block for countless breakthroughs, beginning with
the cure for polio. Meanwhile, Henrietta's family continued to live in
poverty and frequently poor health, and their discovery decades later of
her unknowing contribution--and her cells' strange survival--left them
full of pride, anger, and suspicion. For a decade, Skloot doggedly but
compassionately gathered the threads of these stories, slowly gaining
the trust of the family while helping them learn the truth about
Henrietta, and with their aid she tells a rich and haunting story that
asks the questions, Who owns our bodies? And who carries our memories?"
Compelling, no?? I think I am ready for a compelling read. I will report back after I finish it and let you know what I think.
Well, that's all folks! I am off to scrub toilets and wash doggie stuff. Have a great weekend! B.