She has been reading The Shack while I recently finished The Road. After she sadistically ripped the hair from my face, we were standing at the reception desk still discussing.
When the receptionist overheard me mention Cormac McCarthy, she looked up excitedly and asked, "What did you think of The Road?"
"While sad and depressing, I loved it! Did you know they're making it into a movie even as we speak?"
"Yes!" she answered gleefully, "and it's starring my boyfriend!"
"Wha? No--that can't be right. He's my boyfriend!"
"Nope. Sorry. Mine."
Quickly changing the subject, the
"I've read it, but haven't had a chance to see it yet. I've heard the movie holds up well to the book. Did you think so?" I asked--feigning interest with this woman who would steal my man!
"Yes, but I was glad to have read the book first. Some parts of the movie would have been hard to understand if I hadn't. And Javier Bardem was perfect as the crazy guy."
"Mmmmmm, Javier Bardem . . . " I drooled, "he's my second choice boyfriend in case Viggo should for some reason pick you over me."
[Okay, I said Javier Bardem . . .
but I was thinking Benicio Del Toro . . .
Come to think of it, either man would do . . . either dark, mysterious, handsome, sultry man . . . ]
"Viggo? He's not the star of The Road--it's Christian Bale."
"No, it's Viggo. I've looked it up on imdb.com--that must mean it's true." Then, doing the math in my head, I added, "So, since Christian Bale is your boyfriend, that leaves Viggo open for me--we don't have to have a girlfight!"
"Did you see Viggo in Eastern Promises? That scene with him in the Turkish bath?"
"Yeah--and omigosh was I impressed! To do that whole scene naked was an incredibly brave thing--but the only way it could have been done."
I looked around at the other women in the reception area who were openly gawking at us and asked, "Everyone knows what we're talking about, right?"
"No," laughed another patron, "but I sure do want to know!"
Oh yes. What woman doesn't want to know?