FOOD: Carvel Nutella Ice Cream Current Book: YA phenom THE FAULT IN OUR STARS by John Green

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.
Thar she is

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.

Iced-Mocha-Latte Iced latte with whipped cream because if you are going to offer me whipped cream on something, the answer is OBVIOUSLY. oh yeah, check out this badboy.

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.

First Post: The Reader by Bernhard Schlink and 7/11 Brand Steak Lover’s Flavor Potato Chip

This book is weird like only a love story concerning a pedophile illiterate Nazi and a 15 year old with Hepatitis can be. It is a super easy fast read – 218 pages and each chapter is about 4-5 pages tops. I have wanted to read this book ever since the movie came out in 2008. Thank you  Strand Bookstore  for turning this into a reality for me! For the sweet price of $7. I have been waiting for my library’s website to add this, but it never happened. So, here we are.

See that? They are reading. She is into it. Spoiler alert?


The movie did not deviate too much from the book, which I respect so much.

If you are interested in the most beautiful love story concerning a man and woman being all in love and one teaching the other how to read, I recommend Stanley & Iris with Jane Fonda and Robert De Niro. Its got everything: a single working mother, young bobby d’s beautiful face, a relationship of two people meeting each other’s needs and flourishing with the belief that if they believe in me, there’s nothing I can’t do! and whatever I guess that is everything.

This is not the inspiring love story where one teaches another how to read cause they just love each other so much. This book is sickly sad. The narrator, Michael Berg, could have had a happy life. There were pieces in the book where women his age showed genuine care and interest in him. He was married for a short while. But his dedication to her, his inability to get unstuck from a place he was when he was 15. It was just heartbreaking. This one person changed the course of his entire life.

This book is infuriating and offensive kind of in the same way Boy in the Striped Pajamas was,  but not nearly to that degree of insanely implausible. The naive and confused Hanna on trial, not fully understanding what she did wrong by letting hundreds of Jews burn alive. What? I should not have volunteered to join the army? It was just hard to feel the sympathy and pity that Michael felt for her as he is watching her try to defend herself and failing at it.

This book addresses a theme I find fascinating. The generation after WWII in Germany and how they coped and struggled to understand what their parents had been part of.

“We condemned our parents to shame, even if the only charge we could bring was that after 1945 they had tolerated the perpetrators in their midst”

The narrator’s philosophical debates  are meant to feel deep and soul-searching but its more like a projectile vomit of rhetorical questions.


Speaking of unpleasant. I ate this while working late. I thought, what is bizarre here at 7/11. Besides the Dorito-crusted mozzarella stick-triangle thing. And everything. It kind of tastes like some goofy version of a BBQ chip. I brought it to my office buddies and their response was, per usual, “but why, Jill?” . DON’T ASK WHY, ASK WHY NOT, is what I always say. Especially when it comes to bizarre chip flavors. I would love to try out one of those pickle-flavored guys.

And so, while my fabulous big sister does Pilates or whatever the fancy are doing on the UWS, I sit here reading my illiterate Nazi love stories and eating meat-flavored snack foods.

It’s how I roll.