Becky's Greatest Hits Vol. II

 

 The best thing about listening to this memoir as an audiobook is the mesmerizing, beautiful voice of Anjelica herself as she weaves the stories of her many loves, her beginnings of modeling and then acting and her life from young adulthood into mature age.  Her voice quavers in the parts of tragedy and loss, is quiet in the parts of fear and pain and is exuberant in triumph.   Listening to her stories made me want to watch her films that I hadn't seen and revisit the ones I had.  It made me want to look up old photos of her and bask in her cool 80's elegance.   Her stories of love and heartbreak gave me a feeling of power and resilience that I have needed after a hard year of my own disappointments.   Anjelica must have either kept really good journals and diaries or saved all of her old notes and calendars because her ability to remember details of people, places and events is nothing short of spectacular.  This memoir reads like a nam...

 

 I keep repeating Cal's words from Titanic.  "Tonight I have lost something very dear to me."  I also keep thinking of our dear Miss Bradshaw when she lost her beloved "Carrie" necklace. I lost my ring.  My favorite ring.  The ring I have worn on my finger nearly every day of my life for the past 10 years.  A ring that has endured even longer than either of my two wedding rings.   I know how much I loved this ring by how often I was photographed wearing it.  It was in every face-holding selfie I ever took.  Even  my coworkers who never notice anything noticed it's absence.   The logical part of my brain knows it's stupid to care about a thing, an object.  Because any logic or thing can be lost. In a sense, any object or "thing" can be replaced.  But can it really?  Not the trip or place where it was purchased.  Not the feeling surrounding that trip and purchase.  And not the feeling of the ring its...