I always take a few books with me on trips with my honey. This past week was our first wedding anniversary (we celebrate the elopement and not the party). Before we left for Asheville, NC I celebrated by re-reading the best parts of The Scribner Anthology of Contemporary Short Fiction, the same book I read on our honeymoon. I know - I'm a sap. It was lovely and the odd grain of sand in the pages reminded me of that special time.
This year on our trip, I read Tabloid Dreams by Robert Olen Butler (I know, I'm very late to the Robert Olen Butler party, but I make up for it with wild enthusiasm and sudden admiration for bald men). It has the famous short stories "Jealous Husband Returns in Form of Parrot" and "Every Man She Kisses Dies." It is an excellent book, but a bit sad - filled with longing, loneliness, and heartbreak. Maybe not the best choice for an anniversary or vacation or sexcation - as I often hope our trips will be. To continue with the love melancholia, I picked up They Call Me Naughty Lola edited by David Rose, which was a staff pick at http://www.malaprops.com/. It's a book of personal ads from the London Review of Books. Let me clarify, it's a book of the saddest, insanest, funniest 'love wanted' ads I can ever recall seeing anywhere. It does make me thrilled to be married, though. It seems the road not taken is filled to the tree-tops with lonely-hearts which compulsively call their mothers.
We finished our trip with a sigh and a long brunch at the Tupelo Honey Cafe (http://www.tupelohoneycafe.com/). Dear reader, we had the best Southern food I have ever had there. The hubby got fried chicken with milk gravy and I had eggs benedict with goat cheese grits. We very nearly moved in until I discovered their cookbook (which you can purchase online). This week's pairing is rosemary-peach lemonade from the Tupelo Honey Cafe and a side of heartache for the soul who reads all these books at once.