I got my teeth cleaned yesterday, and you know what that means: another book review from Crystal, my dental hygienist.
Once she stuck the suction tube and her hands and all those little torture devices in my mouth, she had her captive audience and got started:
“I just read Eat, Pray, Love…. I don’t know. I mean, I learned a lot about Bali and Italy from it that I’d never know otherwise – but that middle section, Pray? It was like 50, 75 pages of watching paint dry.
“I swear, Julia Roberts couldn’t have known what she was signing up for with this one. I mean, yoga and deep breathing – it’s boring enough to do, let alone read about it – but watch it at the movies? I don’t think so.
“My hubby and my ten-year old son and I went to the movies this week-end, and the thought of them sitting there and groaning and complaining through that – uh uh. We saw that 3-D kids movie instead.
“I’m still gonna see the movie anyway. I’d rather go alone. I love Julia – I’m just hoping she’s able to pull something, anything, out of that middle part.”
She squirted some water in my mouth and pulled out all the heavy artillery.
“Okay, you can rinse now.”
Another book review in the can.