I have a bit of a confession to make, and I hope this won’t come as a total shock to all the loyal readers out there: I haven’t always been this cool. I know…take a minute. Wrap your brain around it. It’s hard to believe that someone as awesome as I am now is the same girl who couldn’t snag a date to her high school prom. This is why I love The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz.
While Oscar Wao is not, ultimately, a comedy, it is an undeniably funny book. I think what makes the novel so funny, yet so touching, is that Oscar is real. His flaws render him instantly recognizable, relatable, and likable.
I’ve never understood a writer who crafts a “perfect” character. Personally, I don’t know any Edward Cullens. Who wants to read that? It’s not funny. It’s certainly not realistic. And moreover, it makes the reader feel like crap for not measuring up.
2 unripe plantains
½ tsp garlic salt
½ tsp salt
Heat the oil in a deep frying pan
Meanwhile, peel the plantains and cut into 1” thick slices. Then fry until they are golden brown and float to the surface.
While they are cooking, mix the salt and garlic salt together in a small bowl.
Remove the plantains from the oil and flatten using the bottom of a glass.
Fry them again for approximately 30 seconds
Remove them from the oil and sprinkle each with the salt mixture.
A big shout out to our number one fan, my dad, who Christy aptly refers to as “Danny Tanner.” Though, I think my dad has a leg up. Danny Tanner would never fashion a plate or a napkin out of his shirt as my dad will do in a time of need. So, thank you, Dad, for teaching me practical life skills.
 I was in a “punk” phase in high school. I redesigned my clothes with safety pins, chalk, and sharpies. To me, prom was a cliché. I refused to go because it was a trite, outdated, sophomoric ritual. Then again, I was never asked.
 I know, I say I love a lot of books, but I really love this book. Immediately after finishing it, I gushed to Christy about it, probably using the words “brilliant” and “amazing” as much as Tomcat in their early years. She selected it for our book club and I was thrilled to read it a second time.
 I can’t tell you the number of times I read Brian passages that had me laughing out loud.
 Literary lesson for the day: Aristotle explained that a perfect tragic hero must be flawed (thus, the “tragic flaw”) because if he is too perfect, the audience wouldn’t care about his demise.
 Well, except for that dude who bartends at The Bohemian and is also friends with the guy who looks like Charlie from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. But he only THINKS he looks like Edward Cullen. He doesn’t really. Basically, he’s just pale.
 Edward Cullens of the world, beware. This means fried in oil, and thus, will not build or maintain a six pack. Oh…nevermind. Edward Cullen doesn’t eat. Scratch that.
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