ribon knows best

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my favorite author of all-time is pamela ribon. not only do we share the same birthday, she's also fucking hysterical and incredibly heartwarming within the same sentence - a true writer's feat. her first, full-length novel Why Girls Are Weird is, by far, my true love of books. i read it for the first time in my late teens, carried it with me to college, read it a few more times there, then decided this very year to pass it along to friends who i deemed worthy of reading her genius. in flipping back through the pages last night, i came across my absolute favorite section of the book. in it, she sort of breaks down the anatomy of a relationship from the initial meeting to when things get too comfortable, but writes it all in the most poetic and no bullshit way possible. so, today, i wanted to share a few passages from that section for those of you reading this who are in love, have been in love or at least have a damn good idea of what and how it should be.

so, without further adieu, i give you a couple chunks of pamela ribon's Why Girls Are Weird:

 

"You know someone...

And you've known him forever. You know how he works, how he thinks. You know what he's going to do before he does it. You know all her jokes before she says them. You know that scar right under his earlobe, you know the name of the dog that did it, and you know why it was his own fault it happened. You know the songs that make her cry. You know when he's in the other room crying and he knows you know. There's a quiet understanding between the two of you. A gentle reminder of each other, like when you visit your parents and the same stair creaks under your feet. A reminder that something larger than you remembers you and knows when you are around."

 

"You love someone...

And it is the hardest and most rewarding thing you've ever done. You ache with love. You cry sometimes, because you know two things: You know that you've never felt this good before. You also know that it couldn't possibly last forever. You want it to. You want it frozen. You want to stop time, right there, as she hands you your toothbrush, or as he pulls you back from the crub of the street for one last kiss goodbye. You want to be able to pull them closer than the hug, into your body, so you can keep the smell of them inside you, next to you, all around you.

You love someone and it hurts. You love someone and it's very, very good. Not only do you feet better about yourself, you feel better about people, life, animals, and the other color orange. You find yourself doing ridiculous things. You clean under the bookcase for her even though she probably won't see under there. Just inc ase. You could end up in a passionate embrace by the CD player and she'll pull you down to the ground and you will know it'll be perfect. If you die right with her, it will be clean. It will be clean for her."

i implore you to go to your local bookstore or amazon.com, purchase this book, buy a box of kleenex (for both laughing and crying) and indulge.

and that concludes the Emma's Book Club section for today.

YOU GET A BOOK AND YOU GET A BOOK AND YOU GET A BOOK!!!! WE'RE ALL GETTING BOOKS!!!!! AND CARS! AND DOGS! AND A NEW LOVER! AND A COUCH! AND A TRAMPOLINEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

-emma

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