My main complaint with all things nutella-themed is NOT ENOUGH NUTELLA. My first date with my boyfriend was at this crepe restaurant near my apartment and we still laugh about its awfulness. It just wasn’t enough nutella in my crepe. It was just the worst. I would like for all food in general to have more nutella involved. So if it is supposed to have nutella in it, you best be smacking me in the face with nutella.
Creamy, delicious. But I feel a lack of smacking nutella. I should really just screw this and eat a jar of nutella with a spoon. Which I have done.
Carvel is hands down the superior ice cream establishment over Baskin’N Robbins. And yet Baskin is the one with the business alliance with Dunkin. I do believe that’s how they still exist. I wonder how that happened. Carvel deserves to be hand in hand with America’s subpar bagel chain. I am all about America, but if Carvel became chummy with Tim Hortons, I don’t know where my loyalties would lie. I may be eating some Canadian bagels.
What am I saying right now?
Anyway, on to my book.
I just started reading The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. How I came to start reading this book is pretty adorable. I am obsessed, head over obsessed with my goodreads site. I am constantly adding things to my to-read list. And very often, they are not books I am actually serious about reading, they are just like, hey maybe, sounds kind of interesting. One day perhaps. So now that “to-read” section is up to like 300+ books. My boyfriend keeps surprising me with random books from my “to-read” section. It’s pretty sweet, but always pretty random. Because it is always a book I completely forgotten about. I don’t think I ever really wanted to actually read The Fault in Our Stars. Its just SOOO YA. I’d like to think I’m too good for what the kids are reading these days.
Startling revelation: I am not too good for YA. No one is too good for YA. Those adolescents know the good shit (when there are no vampires involved).
I’m only up to page 47. But boy I am in love with this book. I am in love with our narrator. Her perspective is just so dark and so witty.
Case in Point:
“…the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.”
How can you not love this person?
I know that I am in for a heart-wrenching journey and inevitably some adolescent, probably this guy our narrator is about to fall in love with, is going to pass away prematurely. But I am ready for this ride.
So that’s what I’m up to. While Nicole goes jogging in Central Park like she’s in an episode of Sex & the City, YOU ARE SO THE CHARLOTTE.