Lipstick Stains on Your Pillow

I picked this one up at the library, on a whim. I’m a non-fiction girl, through and through, so checking out a novel “based” on a person’s life is a rare thing for me. Luckily Bruce Duffy’s writing is carrying me through the story rather well. It’s the story of Arthur Rimbaud, an astounding,  young French poet. Or at least that’s a piece of who he was. He was a country boy who traveled to Paris, became a literary star, took up with a married man – who later shot him when he broke the man’s heart. He quit writing and went on to be a bad ass arms dealer in Africa – and all that by the age of 20. He died at 37. Somewhere in there he lost a leg and there are more adventures I have yet to uncover as I’m not even done reading it! But I can already stand by it as a great book. And a perfect book to read as I wait for the hurricane to drop on little old New York City. (Honestly, I’m not terribly worried.)

This is how I rang in the New Year. It was awesome. I plan to spend the whole year taking better care of myself.

One of my favorite blogs: Big Happy Fun House