Interruption VI

If I've seen you in the past few weeks, chances are that I've talked your ear off about Friday Night Lights, the final season of which I just finished up tonight. Now, I don't know the first thing about football, and yes, I think it's easy to assume that FNL is just another hour-long evening soap opera. But honestly, I think this is just about as good as television gets: warmly written, wonderfully human, and full of moments of quiet beauty. I can't recommend it highly enough.

Interruption V

This morning I finished Ann Patchett's Bel Canto:

"She came to him and he pressed his damp face into the fall of lemon-scented hair. He was in love, and never had he felt such kindness towards another person. Maybe the private life wasn't forever. Maybe everyone got it for a little while and spent the rest of their lives remembering."