I like to cuddle up with Julia Child before I go to sleep. I am whisked away to Paris for a late dinner with Julia in a smokey cafe tucked neatly among cobbled streets and bohemian gossip. I can almost hear the charming folk accordion playing as the wine glasses clink for percussion and as Julia revels in her sole meuniere.
Who is on your night stand? Who do you sit cross-legged on your bedspread with? Where are you swept away to? What conversations are you having there or do you just lay back and listen?