This is the one who slapped a cop…

When I was a kid the Gabors roamed Palm Springs. Zsa Zsa, pictured here, Eva, of television fame, Magda, who married well and often. Their mama, Jolie was a jewelry designer (I think) and I know she had store on Palm Canyon in Palm Springs.

zsa-zsa-gabor-romanticWell babies, I am not lying around in Shantung Silk Pajamas this morning, or pearls. But I am wondering if you’d like me to read you a bit more of the novel? Let me know. In the meantime it’s dim sum Sunday and I am going to hear some salacious gossip that I can’t repeat here, but may just end up in my next book.

Oh, and in case you missed it (shameless self promotion alert) this is the reading from yesterday:

14 comments

  1. Please Vickie, do consider an audio version of your book too. Like Nora Ephron splendidly did.
    You’ll have fun doing it and pass the fun to the listeners.
    The episode is so sensual and intriguing. And you sound perfectly right. Very promising.
    All babies braced themselves.

    • You know, I hadn’t thought of that, but it sounds like fun!
      As to the babies, I was concerned I was hamming it up like I do/or did when I read bedtime stories to certain people of very small stature and short attention spans, although the content is markedly different 😉 .

  2. MORE!

    (please)

    and perhaps the Mister could do the male dialogue bits when required?

    sort of an Elizabeth-and-Richard-at-Home-in-Beverly-Hills learning soundcloud?

    (or would you prefer Doris hanging out at Rock’s house in their PJs?)

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