Month: April, 2011

Date a Girl Who Reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

-Rosemarie Urquico


I Like…


“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys – to woo women – and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do.”

-Dead Poets Society (1989)

Simple Pleasures.

Today has been a gem, party due to a few surprises in the mail!

I finally broke down and ordered silk hair ties from Mane Message, a purchase I love.

They look sweet on your wrist and in your hair…which is more than I can say for normal hair ties.

And the May issue of Real Simple. Is there any publication more wonderful?

I’ve been switching back and forth from the new issue and The Wonder Spot, which is also wonderful. It’s so refreshing to read literature written by a woman, for women, that isn’t chick lit or soft porn. (For more info, click on the book under “Currently Reading”) Melissa Banks is a genius.

And it’s probably ridiculous how many times I’ve listened to Hellogoodbye’s new album, Would it Kill You?, but really, how great is “Getting Old?”


(Love this etsy store)

Music Monday.


But you should really download the official song from itunes. Much better.

Simple Pleasures.

Posting the desk picture in my “Friday Favorites” encouraged me to clean clean clean my desk space. Is there anything sweeter than a clean working area?

I love having fresh flowers, a gift from my rose bush out front. Houses need flowers.

Post-Friday Favorites.

Busy Friday = late Friday Favorites. But

I’m in the home stretch of my senior year! Hoorah! It’s so strange, thinking about packing up. Not just my belongings, but my relationships. Starting to say goodbye–to familiar places, faces, and spaces.


But I digress. Here are my favs from the week:

An office space I’d love to steal.

Kate Winslet. Classy as usual.

Curious as to why all homes don’t look like this…

Freckles, freckles, freckles.

Simple. But still unique.

Gallery wall. (You know how I love gallery walls…)


And a few looks I love:

And a song, to top it off. Excuse the incredibly lame pink background. I didn’t make it. But it was the best copy I could find.

Tootles. Happy Weekend.

Always Remember.

Today I woke up in complete bliss, but The Weepies say it best: “I hold so many people in my suitcase heart.” And I do.

And on days like today, it is good to be thankful–to remember to say “Thanks God!”

Because when you stop to look around, Life is pretty beautiful.

Girl Crush.

France always makes me think of Audrey Tatou, who’s quentessentially Paris to me. Films like Amelie,Coco Before Chanel,  A Very Long Engagement, He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, and Priceless, all rank pretty high on my favorites list.

Stay Classy Audrey.