Gianna:Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg
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"Suck it Prop 8" - Ruth and Idgie
[True story: Gianna and I ate dinner together tonight since she was in Houston for some sales calls. We ordered dessert to go. When she dropped me off at my car, I realized that my slice of Italian cream cake was still in her car as she drove off. That crazed person honking and flashing her brights on Bissonnet at 8:34 pm tonight? That was a woman who loves her cream cheese frosting. It's good cake. Anyway, I am not going to comment on Gianna's entry for today. You can ask her about it if you want. In fact, I dare you to fill up our Facebook page with comments!]
Liz:
When I was in college I had to take four semesters of a foreign language. I chose German because my high school friend Jon was learning German and I like 20th Century history. It turned out that I really hated studying the language...perhaps because my German I and German IV professor was Turkish (German was her second language, English her third) and every time she was tired or had a cold she'd slip into Turkish. I never knew what the hell she was saying. One semester we were given a passage from a story to translate to English. I spent all weekend trying to make some sense out of the thing. There was a guy and he was sitting at a door and he couldn't go through the door and what the hell? Anyway, the next semester, for a world literature class, I read Kafka's The Trial. 
Kafka has a place among the greats of world literature, but this is the guy who also wrote about a man transforming into a roach. Love story? Not so much. On the other hand, if you really want to confound your lover, give him/her The Trial (and if you secretly hate your lover, give a copy in German).
