This week is turning into a vanity week. I only go through them every few months or so. I'm really (husband's opinon to the contrary not withstanding) pretty low maintenance. Dyed my hair last night after feeling that everyone could see my roots last week and painted my nails tonight. I go through mad phases where I dye my hair at 4 or 5 week intervals two or three times and then I get really tired of the bother and dye it dark brown and let it grow out. The nails I'll maintain for 3 to 4 weeks and then they'll start to break (they grow pretty long by themselves--too much protein in diet) and I'll clean them off, trim them down and not look back until the next vanity time.
I was completely blown away by the movie of The Prestige , and I thought then about reading the novel, but it seemed too soon. So I carried the author's name around with me for over a year (Christopher Priest) and then, finally remembered to buy it through an odd sequence of events. We watched The Painted Veil based on the novel by Maugham starring Edward Norton, and while I decided I didn't want to read The Painted Veil because of it's differences from the film (which was more romantic and tragic) it reminded me that I had wanted to read Fight Club (the movie version of which starred Edward Norton) and that reminded me that I had wanted to read The Prestige (which did not star Edward Norton, but was up against The Illusionist which did). Whew...so it's all Edward Norton's fault. The Prestige is a very good novel, and yet, the movie differs from it considerably. And I am still trying to figure out what exactly that means. The central premise is the same, AND HE
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