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Talking As Fast I Can Book Review

So as you know I’m obsessed with Gilmore girls. (HA, understatement of the year.)

As you may also know (thanks to my Instagram that I much more faithfully update than this poor pretty little child blog of mine), when I found out that Lauren Graham was writing a book about her experiences as Lorelai on the old and new Gilmore sets, I completely freaked out.

Like, I don’t think I’ve as ever impulsively bought a book as I did when I clicked “preorder” on Amazon in September. (That’s a lie, I’ve grabbed off of the shelves at Goodwill faster than you could read the last sentence.)

When it arrived a while back, all pretty and shiny and new, I was ecstatic. It came out around when the miniseries reboot aired, and I had little time to touch it thanks to school and being completely preoccupied with the living breathing characters and Stars Hollow on screen.

When school ended for the winter break, and after I finished the show (*sniff*), I picked up my dear friend’s memoir and dove right in. I ate it up in a solid two days.

As a fan, I loved it. Lauren talked about her past, how her career began, where she started. I feel like all actors or comedians who write biographies throw this in there somewhere. (I also know that this is, in fact, what makes them biographies. It’s also a huge part of their story and who they are as people. As Lauren would say, “medical, medical.”) So I enjoyed learning about her past jobs and childhood, but I couldn’t help but keep thinking, “when does Gilmore Girls come in,” so I probably breezed through it a bit.

Other times, there were sections that were completely and interestingly insightful. The part about Old Lady Jackson and looking up every once in a while? Loved and bookmarked it. The writing advice she’d learned? Noted it and plan on using it. There were so many other brief little messages here and there that truly made me stop to think. I had been so hyped up that I wasn’t really expecting to find nuggets of wisdom, but they’re there—and plentiful.

Finally, the long awaited Gilmore Girls sections. First, Lauren described the process, what it was like originally. She had never seen all of the series herself (which I thought was odd at first but now totally understand), and so she literally watched it all and made notes about everything from what was going on behind the scenes to what was up with her hair at that point in her life. Oh, and she pointed out every time a technology was out-of-date, which was amusing.

Next (or actually, after several more sections and closer to the end of the book, which is fitting since so much time has passed and all of this is so recent), Lauren describes the reboot process. She describes it like a dream, and said she cried throughout the whole year in the life. So did I Lauren. So did I.

She kept a journal from the set of the set of the reboot, complete with pictures and the story of the things she stole from set. Alexis stole a Yale banner from the wall in Rory’s room, and when I read this I almost started crying. And the fact that every time Lauren mentioned how “cliffhanger-y” the ending was, Amy just smiled? Again in the words of Lauren Graham, “Hmmm.”

The Gilmore Girls tidbits were brief, but sweet. I really enjoyed getting a glimpse into this side of not only Stars Hollow, but the world of acting and life of such a wonderful, quick-witted, and introspective actor as Lauren Graham. I only wish that this lovely little book had been longer because, like Gilmore Girls in all of its many forms, I hated to see it end.

Rating: 4/5

Rory Goes To Yale

Hello again! I am, in fact, alive and well, despite my blog’s hiatus of almost two freaking months. (I would apologize to you, but I’m more annoyed with my self for not updating it regularly than you probably are.)

IMG_5556Anyway, I figured I would start using this blog a little less for reviews and such and a little more for my life and goings-on. That will definitely include reviews and books and movies, but it will include cool classes and restaurants and outings and events as well. It will be like more of a journal, I suppose.

So first, the elephant in the preverbal room, the cause of the momentary absence. I went to college. I took classes. I lived in a dorm. I did (and am doing) the thing that teenagers do: leave home.

Rory did it, and now I have too.

It’s odd. Sad. Exciting. A bunch of other adjectives that somehow correlate nostalgia and missing your family with being eager to see and explore and stay up all night and learn as many new, interesting things as you can.

22It’s so odd. Odd that I’m eighteen, an age that seemed so foreign, so old, mere years ago. Odd that I’m completely responsible for my own food, wellbeing, exercise, routine, money… Odd that I’m actually in college, after working towards it for so long. Odd that everyone, and life, is moving right along too.

I’ve lived on campus for the past month, and am fortunate that I know know how to get around, where classes usually are, what classes are like. I have friends and have been to parties, pulled almost all-nighters, and gone on adventures with them. I know how the dining halls work, what you can sneak in and out and what you can’t. I know how to get from place to place. I know where the best coffee is, the best places around campus to study. I don’t have a study tree yet, but it’s only a matter of time.

I’ve done a lot over the past couple weeks, thinking about it, a lot that I’m looking forward to sharing in my next posts.

Processed with VSCO with p5 presetThis isn’t to say, of course, that I’m an expert, or that everything won’t be completely different in the fall. There will be thousands more people, thousands more events, thousands more things going on. Things will be different, new again.

 

In the words of Fitzgerald, “life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” And it will. But this is completely fine by me. Taking classes and going to school in the summer has given me confidence, has shown me that I can handle both actually being a first year college student and the thought of it. I know that I am supported, loved, know that if anything happens it will all work out.

My high school friends are worried about moving out, going to college, not knowing anyone. I am so grateful to have already dealt with most of this anxiety. Now, my only worries are taking science labs, getting my schedule fixed, hanging posters in my dorm, and wearing heels during Rush. Now, all that’s left is a persistent optimism, excitement, hope, and eagerness to learn that is shared by few but our very own book and coffee-loving Gilmore Girl.