Julie, Julie, Julie

I just finished Julie Andrews' memoir Home: A Memoir of My Early Years. It was pretty fabulous.

I wasn't sure how I'd feel about it since I knew it was only about her life up to Mary Poppins, but learning about her childhood turned out to be very interesting if not a little bit depressing. She has a great attitude despite it all. The stories she tells about the war and her vaudeville work in England as a child are especially fascinating. And of course her stories about My Fair Lady and Camelot are great.

I also learned that Julie and I share some interesting characteristics such as a fear of balloons popping (although she actually has a good reason, growing up hearing the bombings during the war. I don't have such a good reason. Actually, I have no reason), and a tendency to cry at a particularly beautiful or sad piece of music.

The most exciting part of Julie's life by far (according to me) was when she went to see the Judy Garland concert at Carnegie Hall! And she loved it. Awesome. I have so much more respect for her knowing she's a Judy fan.