This has nothing to do with books, but I can’t let Elizabeth Taylor’s passing go without comment. When I was a little girl, I swore my Aunt Sandy was Lana Turner and Aunt Mary was Elizabeth Taylor. They were that mesmerizing, that beautiful.
I may have to watch A PLACE IN THE SUN this weekend (the scene below is a favorite). And maybe WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF, too, where the passion and disease and dialogue between Elizabeth and Richard Burton is enough to knock you down.
Have a good weekend, everyone.