#ainerose

I'm reading Alice because of your recommendation and I am LOVING it. It's perfect. The characters, the things they do and say, everything.

Lorelai leaned over toward her oldest daughter. “Hey, what’s that smell? It smells like… old books, and leather, and cigarettes, and ink. Oh, and do I detect a hint of teenage rebellion turned bohemianesque respectability?”

"Hey, now." Luke has his 'fathers united' face on. "Your father loves you. He's just not very good at showing it. Plus, he's not around much to show you. But he makes sure you and your mother never want for anything and he never forgets your birthday. Remember how jealous Audrey and Doula where last year when he sent you that Gecko coat from Paris?" "It's Gucci, grandpa," she groaned and rolled her eyes. "And I would have preferred a hug." Suddenly she did not want to be having this conversation at all. "You can't choose your parents, kiddo." Luke patted her head tenderly as he left the room. She shugged, sighed heartily, and went back to her book.

You do know Alice would make a pretty perfect Gilmore Girls Movie, right?

"Put them away."

She could probably be hired as his personal cheerleader.

"When I was eighteen. Luke had kicked me out of Stars Hollow and I was on the road, homeless, a little hopeless. It just...burst out of me." It seemed to make him a little sad, so she moves on, although she stores the gem in her head that he lived in Stars Hollow for later. "Like Bukowski?" She tries to remember, but comes up with only fragments: unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. "Like Bukowski." He seems a little impressed. She smiles, validated and a little proud.