Ladybird, LAB & I have started a Great Books of the ’70s & ’80s book club. Our first selection? Scruples by Judith Krantz. I read the first 40 pages before I went to bed last night. Awesome. By page 35ish, the protagonist, Billy Ikehorn is scattering her late husband’s ashes from a solid gold box from the window of her private plane over the vineyard they owned. She then proceeds to seduce the pilot in a seedy motel after plying him with scotch from her travel bar. She leaves him the golden vessel as a memento. That shit’s money. She gave him her box and then she gave him her box.
If any local bloggers want to join in our reindeer games, drop me a tweet(@akcb) and I’ll let you know when we meet to discuss. But we’ll have decent discussion questions like “Which parts had you locking yourself in the bathroom and masturbating furiously?” Oprah can suck it.