As Gilmore Girl's lovers and readers, a mother and daughter duo accepted a challenge to read all 339 books on the Gilmore Girl's book list. We know this journey will be full of good literature - from classics like The Iliad to fun stories like Babe - and lots of great memories along the way. We hope you will join us expanding your literary horizons and, as always, loving Gilmore Girls.
- terra + torey
“In her frustration, she forgot she was in the middle of chopping chilies and rubbed her eye. Immediately a sensational pain exploded in her eyeball. It was enough to make her cry out. She on the tap and twisted her head beneath it. To the curative powers of cold running water, the chili burn was immune. Nazneen gasped as the water ran up her nose. She focused on the pain, rising up to meet it head on, boring into it, challenging it to do its worst. The burn was fierce and it unleashed in her an equal ferocity. Suddenly her entire being lit up with anger. I will decide what to do. I will say what happens to me. I will be the one. A charge ran through her body and she cried out again, this time out of sheer exhilaration.”
“This is the only part of the interview that resembles a professional exchange. We will dance around certain words, such as “nanny” and “child care,” because they would be distasteful and will never, ever, actually acknowledge that we are talking about my working for her. This is the Holy Covenant of the Mother/Nanny relationship; this is a pleasure—not a job.”
This, by the way, is why we read books we don’t always enjoy. It’s why we read stories with protagonists whose choices we find objectionable or worse at times.
“Scarlett had thrown herself on the bed and was sobbing at the top of her voice, sobbing for her lost youth and the pleasure of youth that were denied her, sobbing with the indignation and despair of a child who once could get anything she wanted by sobbing and now knows that sobbing can no longer help her.”
"Then, focusing her gaze on Sidda, Caro said, ‘You’ve got Ya-Ya blood, Siddalee. Whether you like it or not. And sure, it’s tainted. But what the hell in life isn’t?’"
I started having imaginary conversations with him (and Melville) that went like this: ‘Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.’ Moby Dick is like an encyclopedia swallowed a play that swallowed an epic. Apparently there’s some iambic pentameter but I missed it.
“So the gods pulled alternately on the rope of this violent and evenly balanced battle, to make it taut over the two sides. The rope was indestructible and no one could break it; but it broke many men.”
Liza is heart-wrenchingly introduced as being “no doubt as clean as she can afford to be.” And she has all the spunk and intelligence and humor that Audrey Hepburn and, before her, Julie Andrews embodied.
“They said they’d been shot at. Spat on. Refused entrance to the local diner. The movie theatre. The dry goods store. They said the signs in the windows were the same wherever they went: NO JAPS ALLOWED. Life was easier, they said, on this side of the fence.”