books books books

Well, vacation has come to an end and the five of us are safe and sound back in Valleiry, France.  Tomorrow, Monday, Sophie starts her new job, and on Tuesday, the boys start school.  I am SO EXCITED for a routine around here!  Don't get me wrong, Barcelona was lovely, but I thrive on a schedule.  Bring it!

But since I can't really talk about said schedule yet, since it hasn't exactly started, I'm going to use this post to talk about books.  Yes, books, as in novels, stories, fiction, non-fiction, etc.  I know, not the most exciting topic.  But my beautiful friend Karen Zwolak (here I am mentioning you again!) gave me an extraordinary book list to start from a month or so ago that I have been diligently consulting since. (Probably close to half of the books in the first list below came from her.)  I have always enjoyed reading, but had found less and less time to read for fun during college and the year after.  Admittedly, I watched a lot of Netflix in the year after college when I was working for ASP.  Hello, entire series of Grey's Anatomy in 2 months, among many others.  However, this past year, my reading has increased dramatically, and I wanted to share some of my favorites so far, and my current book list I have compiled.

So, if you have no interest in reading, are not looking for a new book to read, or don't generally care for a 24 year old girls commentary, you may stop reading here.  I will not be offended.

But, I know that I'm always looking for new things to read, so I figure other people must be too!  Here we go.

*Disclaimer - I don't read the deepest, most thought provoking books.  I mean, sometimes I do.  But I generally read to enjoy myself and get lost in someone else's world for awhile.  I don't stick to a particular genre either; I like mystery, I like drama, sometimes I want to read nonfiction.  Basically, if the plot sounds good, I will give it a go.  I've also learned to not continue reading a book just because I started.  Ain't nobody got time for that.  Example: Water for Elephants.  I  know, I'm sorry, a lot of you probably loved it.

Books Read (& also enjoyed) in the Past Year: 

 Divergent Trilogy by Veronica Roth:

Divergent

Insurgent

Allegiant

Article 5 Trilogy by Kristen Simmons:

  Article 5

            Breaking Point
Three

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn (FANTASTIC!)

Dark Places by Gillian Flynn (Also fantastic!)

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn (Still fantastic! I wish she had more books!)

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (A modern day Walk to Remember.  So good, still haven't seen the movie, although I'm sure it won't be as good as the book so maybe I won't.)

Paper Towns by John Green

The Longest Ride by Nicholas Sparks (Nothing by him isn't good.)

12 Years a Slave by Solomon Northup

Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert (I thought it appropriate for a girl who's traveling to finally read a book about a girl who has traveled.)

Committed: A Love Story by Elizabeth Gilbert (I had to find out how Liz's life continued post Eat, Pray, Love.)

The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin (Really interesting! A woman's 12 month search for finding happiness in the every day activities.)

The Spectacular Now by Tim Tharp

Larger than Life, a Novella by Jodi Picoult

Wonder by RJ Palacio (Fantastic! But I said that before)

Girls in White Dresses by Jennifer Close (I didn't particularly love it, but it's on a lot of those "twenty-something" girls book lists.)
The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch (Thanks, Jessie! Great read for anyone.)

Books I want to read:

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (already on my Kindle, will probably start later today.)

Matched Trilogy by Ally Condie

            Matched

            Crossed

            Reached

The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare 

(yeah amy, still haven't read them)

            City of Bones

            City of Ashes

            City of Glass

            City of Fallen Angels

The First Phone Calls from Heaven by Mitch Albom

The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom

Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

Have a Little Faith by Mitch Albom

(^So apparently all of his books are great and I am way behind the curve)

If I Stay by Gayle Forman

Where She Went by Gayle Forman
Four by Veronica Roth

Lone Survivor by Marcus Luttrell

Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnay

Leaving Time by Jodi Picoult (the continuation of the Novella in the first list; I already pre-ordered it!  A lot of favorites over the years have been Jodi Picoults)

As you can see, I really like to stick with an author once I've read a book by them.  That's one of the nice features of reading on my Kindle.  Frequently, either a clip of another book by the same author will be included at the end of the book I had just finished, or will at least be recommended.  

So, there you have it.  I'm always open to more suggestions!  It's been awesome to simply just have the time to read, and write, and just generally do more things that typically get pushed to the side.  However, all this reading is becoming a bit costly.  If anyone was looking for a way to send me gift without actually having to physically ship something...I've heard you can buy amazon gift cards for others and deliver them by email...I'm just sayin'! (jilleng21@gmail.com :))

"You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend." - Paul Sweeney

Love to all!

Jillian

Barcelona!

HOLA! 

This blog post is brought to you live from Barcelona, Spain!  What a beautiful city I have the fortune of being in for 10 days.  We arrived this past Monday (August 18th) and will be staying, tentatively, until next Friday (August 29th).  Mostly, things are great.  But there are some weird parts to being here as an Au Pair, as well.  I'll get into it all.  

We are staying in a large, beautiful, modern home that belongs to Sophie's best friend, Bhupi (pronounced "Bi-pee") and her husband, Cristian.  They have a 10 month old baby, Maximilien.  Bhupi is James' Godmother, and both her and her husband are extremely nice and welcoming.  We all have our own bedrooms to stay in; I even have my own bathroom.  So, the accommodations are lovely.  They actually don't live directly in the city of Barcelona, but about 20 miles outside the city in a town called Sitges.  My only problem so far has been the fact that their coffee maker is broken (Thank God I finally found the Starbucks* in Barcelona today).  

[*After 3 weeks in Europe, I am already so sick and tired of these baby portions of coffee everywhere.  6 ounces is not enough for a cappuccino.  ONE ounce of espresso, as your morning coffee?!  I don't know how I'm going to make it 11 months.  I almost cried with joy at getting 16 ounces of black, bitter Starbucks today.  You can take the girl out of America, but you can't take the America out of the girl.]

Since we are on "holiday" and they are not, Cristian and Bhupi are still working every day, and we are basically just doing our own thing around them, shuffling in and out of their gorgeous home.  Bhupi works from home though, so we see her quite often.  Cristian leaves at about 8 in the morning, and doesn't get home until about 9 at night.  Except today, Friday, when he got home at 2 pm.  I guess that's the trade off.  They also have a maid/nanny that looks after Max from 9-5.  She of course speaks Spanish though, so I don't talk to her except to say "hola" or "gracias" or "adios".  She seems very nice though!

A note about languages:  I can't think of exactly the right word to express how I feel about it, but it is absolutely astonishing/inspiring/insanely awesome to me how Cristian, Bhupi, and Andrea in fact, can switch what language they are speaking in the flip of a switch.  All three of them are fluent in English, French, and Spanish.  One minute Bhupi will be speaking to me in English, then to her son in French, and then to her nanny in Spanish.  It's awesome!  They don't hesitate, or even seem to notice that they've switched languages.  Her and her husband have lived and worked all over the world, moving somewhere different about every two years.  I think it is so freakin' cool how they know all these languages and can therefore get by in so many different places!  

So anyway, basically my role here every day is as follows:  Wake up with the boys (about 7:30 or so), get them dressed and ready, and have breakfast, until Sophie or Andrea wakes up.  They unfortunately move pretty slow since they are on vacation, and we have yet to make it out of the house to do something or go somewhere before 11 am.  Oh well.  There is a lot to do in Barcelona, just like any other city.  We have been to the Park Guell (awesome!) and the Barcelona Aquarium (major rip off).  We have shopped and walked around near the water a bit.  We have been to the beach (Mediterranean Sea!)  Every day is different, and we still have many days to go.  They always tell me I can follow along with them, stay back, or they can drop me off at a certain shop/area to do something on my own.  We usually come back in the afternoons so the boys can nap.  They I make them dinner, give them a bath, play/read/watch a movie with them, normal things that I would do if we were back in France.  So my day is not in the least bit taxing.  I'm getting to see this awesome city, and I'm getting paid for it.

View of Barcelona from the Park Guell, which is this big public garden/park.  It was designed by architect Antoni Gaudi, whos work and designs are seen all over the city.

"Sophie, did you get the background in the picture, too?!" "I think so!" Wrong...Oh well. The bench is pretty!

However, in the back of my head, I'm making plans of everything I want to do when I someday return not as an au pair. There are so many places to eat at, drink at, shop at, discover, and it would of course be a lot more fun if I was with some friends, staying at a hotel in the middle of the city, drinking Sangria all day long, without having to worry about where one of the boys ran off to.  You understand where I'm going with this?  I'm basically always on their time table.  (Not that I'm complaining!  I knew exactly what I was getting myself into when I committed to this, and it's honestly fine!)  It's also intimidating to not know the language at all.  Note to self:  When I do come back (and I will), brush up on some Spanish before hand, or bring a Spanish speaking friend along.

Disclaimer: Everyone reading this who has been to Spain will already know this, but I have to talk about it quickly anyway.  The one thing I absolutely cannot get over about Barcelona/Spain in general, is how out of whack their eating schedule is!  Lunch is usually between 1:30 and 3:30, which, fine, I could maybe get used to that.  But dinner?  Some restaurants do not even open until 9 pm at night!  What the heck do they do between 6 and 9 pm?!  I was starting to acclimate to the French eating late (between 7:30 and 9:30 I'd say) and that was tough enough.  But some of these people here don't even start to think about their meal until 10 pm.  WHAT?!  I'm starting to think about bed at 10 pm.  Clearly, I could never live in Spain.  Good to know.  I know that a lot of people in Spain still like to have their afternoon naps, but that really doesn't have anything to do with not eating dinner until 10 pm.  It's such a different way of life!  Andrea studied here for a year when he was in college, so I asked him last night about what his weekends looked like, especially if he didn't eat dinner until 9/10 pm.  Apparently, since the restaurants are still serving normal meals at midnight, clubs and bars don't really get up and going until 1 or 2 in the morning.  People can be found partying and roaming the streets until sunrise, on the regular.  Unreal!  I can party with the best of them, but until the sun comes up?  Absolutely not.

Tomorrow, I am on the hunt for some good local sangria and tapas (this should have happened day 1...).  The boys want to go to the zoo (hope it's better than the aquarium) but I think I'm going to have them drop me off at the Picasso museum and I'll explore that for a little while by myself.  I'm not a huge art fan, but when in Barcelona, right?  Hopefully it's not too busy; it's been so crowded here all week, tourists from all over the place, which is another thing I haven't really experienced much of.  Even in major cities and tourist attractions in the US, most people are speaking English.  But here, I'll hear someone with a British accent, followed by a Frenchman, followed by someone speaking something that I can't even place in a matter of seconds.  It is so neat!

I'm sorry that this post was kind of all over the place.  Similar to my thoughts right now.  Just a lot going on!  I had a lot to say, and no proper order with which to say it all, so I'm glad you stuck with it until the end.  If anyone has any other suggestions for things I should do/see while I'm here, please let me know!  (We did drive past the Sagrada Familia, and I've already shopped at Zara.)  Hope everyone back home is well!  Adios. 

4 Hours of Food.

Hey friends.

I hope you are all well!  Not too much to report on my end, though I did want to keep up with my "posting once a week" promise that I made to myself (and to you, my devoted readers) so here I am.  

It's been a mostly normal week, with nothing too extravagant to write to you about.  Except there was that fancy 4 course french dinner I experienced last Saturday evening... Yeah, I think you'll want to hear about that. 

Sophie and Andrea had told me that they would be having a couple from the neighborhood over for dinner Saturday night, and I really thought nothing much of it.  They told me I was welcome to dine with them, they would be arriving at 7 pm, and lasagna was going to be served.  "Great" was all I really thought about the whole thing.  Until about 6 pm when they both starting whipping around the kitchen, preparing a meal like I had never experienced before.

7 pm: Right on time, the lovely French couple arrives.  In this moment, I feel terrible because I cannot remember their names, and I'm usually very good with names.  (In all honesty though, I did not talk with them much.  Only simple phrases.  They spoke only French.  Sophie and Andrea translated for me throughout the meal, and I could understand a lot of what was being discussed, but mostly I sat there, listening, wondering exactly how I had gotten myself into this quaint little situation.)

Anyways, they mingle about for a bit in the kitchen, until we all decide that the weather is just lovely, and we should have our appetizers outside.  Outside we go, with champagne, tomatoes, olives, and cheese.  "Lovely!" I think.  I was not expecting these cute appetizers.  We sit and talk and casually eat and drink...for an hour and a half.  I'm getting a little antsy (not to mention hungry).  But it's all good!  It truly was a lovely evening, and I love cheese and tomatoes, so who was I to complain.

8:30 pm: Time for L'entree.  Not the main meal, as I was thinking, but the second course, the beginning of the dinner to be formally presented to guests.  Out comes a moderate serving of smoked salmon with horse radish on the side, and a tiny portion of both onions and peas, to accompany the salmon.  While raw salmon is really not my fish of choice, I ate it all anyway.  At this point, I cannot remember if we were still finishing the champagne, or starting on the red wine (but I'm leaning toward champagne).

9:30 pm: Finally time for the main course.  Lasagna!  Home made.  No Stouffer's here.  It was great!  For sure by this time we had moved onto red wine.  Everyone ate it at a slow rate, pacing themselves and truly enjoying every bite.  What a concept.  We were still outside, dark now, but comfortable. 

10:15-10:30ish:  Dessert.  The invited couple had brought some sort of a fruit tart.  I have no idea what it would be called, but I just realized there were some leftovers of it in the fridge and I had it for a snack today.  It was on a pie type crust, and had prunes I think.  Or some sort of odd, purple fruit.  Regardless, it was good.  Better last Saturday, but still good today, 5 days later.  Again, we savored our dessert, taking at least a half hour for this, the final course.  But we're not quite done yet. 

11:00 pm:  After dinner drinks.  At this point, I really think I am going to fall asleep, so I have a coffee (decaf, I do need to sleep tonight) so that I have to actively do something while sitting at the table to keep from not shutting my eyes like I want to.  The men have a drink of whiskey, straight.  It smells awful, and I can't imagine just slowly sipping on it.  I tell Andrea I would only drink that if I had a coke to accompany it, and he says that is American.  In my opinion, it's also bearable, but hey, whatever floats your boat.

At about 11:45 everyone (except me, who has been tracking it this whole time) realizes how late it has gotten.  Our guests leave, and the three of us flock to the kitchen to clean up as quickly as possible.  

Now, I know it might have sounded like I did not enjoy my first 4 course French dinner, but I did!  I just wish someone would have warned me that I was signing up for a 4 hour meal event, that way I could have adequately prepared myself before hand with a cup of coffee or two!  The food was truly lovely, and prepared very well, and you can tell that Sophie and Andrea enjoy hosting guests and preparing food.  I suspect this will be far from the last lovely meal I experience here.  And now I know exactly what to expect. 

I think it's neat how they plan out what they are going to serve, and dedicate an entire 4 hours to enjoying it, and their company.  I get annoyed if my food at a restaurant doesn't come out within 15 minutes, or if I have to wait too long to get the check.  Slow down.  Look around.  Enjoy the moments.  I'm truly learning so much.

Unrelated, I have had a couple small longings for home recently.  I really do miss everyone, and my day to day life.  Just being in the same house as my family.  And a short driving distance from friends.  And my jazzercise...man oh man, do I miss my jazzercise.  I could write a whole post about that.  In fact, I might, later on.  Trying to put together some sort of an exercise schedule here is difficult!  I also just ran out of Reese's cups...so if anyone wants to send me more, I'll send you my address! ;)

But...I am also going to Barcelona on Saturday for our 10 day "holiday", so...all is well. :)  I'll post again from there.  Adios!

Audentes fortuna iuvat. (Fortune favors the bold.)

(Before I get into my post today, I wanted to share a plug for the book I just finished, and where the quote for this blog post came from.  The book is called Wonder, by RJ Palacio (recommended to me by the lovely Karen Zwolak) and we have both determined that it should be one of those mandatory reads for the world.  No matter your age, background, or circumstance, everyone could benefit from reading this book.  I mean, I gave it 5 out of 5 stars when Amazon asked me to rate it.  Look into it. 

 Audentes fortuna iuvat.  (Fortune favors the bold.)

I start this post this way, because I finished Wonder while I was taking the bus to Annecy yesterday, and it seemed pretty fitting for my situation.  Sophie wanted to give me a day off to do some exploring of my own, and she found out that you can take a bus from a nearby town to Annecy (the small city about 45 minutes away where I will be taking my french lessons, starting in September.)  She dropped me off at the bus station at 9:40 and by 9:45 I was on my way.  I got on the bus, with my euros ready to go, but then the driver said something to me in French that I didn't understand.  I quickly said "I'm sorry" (and then realized out of the french that I do know, "I'm sorry" is one of the phrases I have mastered, and felt like an idiot for not saying "Je suis desole.")  Oh well.  He let me on the bus and I took a seat.  Side note: this bus was a coach bus.  Not a city bus like I was expecting.  It was quite lovely, and the views were seriously unreal.

Flash forward to 45 minutes ahead, when I arrived at the bus/train station in Annecy.  As anyone might be, I was a little apprehensive when I stepped off this bus, looked around, and had basically no idea where I was.  We had come to Annecy last Friday, the first day I arrived, but I was jet lagged, and wonderstruck, and don't really remember much of where I was that day.  We also drove in, right near the city center.  So here are the 3 most important things I learned yesterday, after exploring an (almost) foreign place for about 5 hours by myself.  (I'm sorry, Dad.  I probably should have known all of this before...Nothing like being on your own to finally learn some lessons.)

1. Find a point of reference.

The one thing that I did remember from when we were here last was that Sophie told me "if you ever get lost, just find the mountains, those will lead you toward the lake, and then you can orient yourself."  So, stepping off the bus I did just that, and made it my first priority to just find the lake, and then go from there.  For the rest of the day, whenever I wanted to figure out where I was, I would find the mountains, and then compare that to the closest road sign I could find, and then figure out where I was.  Thankfully, it's not too big of a city by any means, and I spent a good portion of the day in the downtown area window shopping, so I never really felt like I got lost. 

2. Learn to read a map and follow road signs. 

I hadn't realized until yesterday how much I depended on my iPhone maps app and google just to get around, even to familiar places.  It's so easy to just type in a place, and follow the driving or walking directions.  I was probably doing it at least a few times a week at home.  So without either of those things to guide me, I initially felt pretty confused.  Sophie had given me a map, but I didn't want to look like a tourist.  So I looked around for road signs, and sure enough, one pointing toward the "centre ville" (city center) and the "Lac" (Lake) were right there for me to follow.  (Another one pointed toward the "Gare" (train station) so I knew I could follow that one to get back later.)  I spent a good hour on the lake, starting a new book on my Kindle and reading from another new book on learning french that the previous au pair had left behind.  The lake was right near the downtown area, the city center, so I found my way there quickly after. 

3. Trust your gut.

I have a pretty decent sense of direction, and get a pretty good gut feeling very early on about people/situations/etc.  My gut about Annecy told me that once I could get around and knew where I was going, I would feel comfortable there.  It was a nice, small city, full of both tourists and locals.  It felt safe, and was really beautiful.  However, I also knew that by the end of the day I would have to find my way back to the bus station, and make sure I got on the right bus to go home.  I didn't want to  stray too far away from the roads that came to be semi familiar (since after reading on the lake, I truly spent the rest of the day just walking the streets and trying to figure out what was where.)  By the end of the day, when I was trying to find my way back by following my map (I had let go of the whole "I don't want to look like a tourist" thought pretty early in the day...), I found the station in no time!  I was pretty impressed by myself.  That keen sense of direction kicking in.  I was 30 minutes early to the bus, but whatever.  I checked all the monitors to make sure I was taking the right one back, confirmed with the bus driver in my poor broken french once I arrived, and was back an hour later.  Easy as pie. 

All in all, it turned out to be a fun day.  While it might have been more fun to do it with a friend, it was cool to know that I could get around and find food, and do it all by myself.  And, mom, you'll be proud to know that I barely spent any money!  Just on a few cards and post cards, and a panini and a water.  (Trying to save what I can for Barcelona in one week!)  Enjoy some pictures of this truly picturesque place.

No one was kidding about the amount of bread the french eat.

Bonjour mes amis!

I really should be sleeping right now, but I know you all want to hear from me, and I don't want to disappoint.  Two days into my new french life and it is awesome!  I'll try to backtrack and cover all the main events thus far.

Thursday, July 31st: Flight from BWI to Geneva (brief layover in Newark, NJ).  I've never flown international before, so I didn't really know what to expect from this 8 hour flight.  But, now having flown international, I never really want to fly domestic ever again.  We got a nice dinner, awesome movie selections, AND a snack about an hour before we landed (and yeah, it was a croissant. with fruit. delicious).  Side-note: When we flew to Anchorage, AK a few weeks back, the flight was 6.5 hours and we didn't get any of that, which is crap because it's almost the same amount of time.  Anyway, I didn't sleep too much on the flight, maybe 2-3 hours on and off, but I also didn't really expect too since I'm a terrible sleeper.  Plane landed and I got through customs in a breeze, both of my bags came, and Andrea (my host dad) was there to pick me up shortly after!  

Now however, we are into Friday, August 1st.  We drove to the home, passing into France from Switzerland, and it was as if no one cared that we were crossing borders.  Like driving from Maryland to Virginia.  No big deal.  Their home is about 25 minutes from the Geneva Airport, and the French countryside is BEAUTIFUL!  The mountains and the view here are unreal.   Here are two pictures taken in France but looking on at Geneva in the background!

So we got home, and I was greeted by the mom, Sophie, and two boys, James and Matthew, who all seemed pretty excited to have me there (I hope I got the right impression...).  They showed me around the house and to my room, and both are adorable!  The house is quaint, 3 floors, but not as open.  Smaller kitchen and short ceilings in my room, but all in a charming way.  Yard in the back with a pool.  I live on the 3rd floor by myself, with another bedroom right next door (for all my visitors! Start saving your money!)  And here is the view outside my bedroom window...not bad, right?!

After I got settled, Sophie, James and I went to the bakery to get some fresh baguettes and croissants (obviously) for breakfast.  They were fantastic.  I will never get sick of eating a "pain au chocolat" for breakfast.  (You were right, Madame Baker!  Tres, tres bon!)  I took a quick nap after this, but didn't want to sleep too much as I was, and still am, trying to acclimate to the time change as best as possible.  So we decided to go to a small city nearby called Annecy.  I was there for approximately 3 hours and I'm already a little obsessed with it, which is awesome because starting in September I have to go there at least twice a week for my french lessons!  Its right on Lake Geneva, and has parks and shops and cafes on every corner!  I really couldn't ask for more.  (I can't wait for you to be here and explore it with me, Val!)  We stopped for some gelato (goodbye Edy's and Turkey Hill, I only want European gelato from now on) and my creme brûlée selection was impeccable.  

We stayed the rest of the afternoon there before coming home where I was then able to unpack.  Then we had an easy dinner consisting of the most delicious risotto I've ever had.  Andrea is a fantastic cook!  In his words "I have a passion for eating well."  Cheers to that.

That brings me to today (August 2nd), where (after we had baguettes with jam for breakfast) we took another little adventure to a nearby mountain for a small hike.  Unfortunately, rain came in so we cut it short, but we did get there in time to eat our lunch (ham sandwiches on a baguette, duh) by the river, and let the boys go for a pony ride.  I got a picture of the whole family to show you guys!  They are adorable.

Not the best picture, but part of the Cirque du Fer a Cheval 

I'm sorry that this is getting long, but just a couple more things!  Frozen, the new Disney Channel movie, is not quite as big here as it is in the states.  I brought the boys a Frozen puzzle to show them, so today we downloaded and watched the movie.  They loved it!  I'm sure it will be on many more times in the next couple weeks... We watched the movie in English, but the French subtitles were on, so I was trying to read those the whole time which was fun.  They family is bilingual, I don't remember if I mentioned that yet or not.  Sophie only talks to the boys in French, and Andrea only talks to them in English, although you can tell that they prefer French.  They've asked me to only talk to the boys in English, but slowly I'm going to start trying to talking with the parents in French.  

Andrea cooked a fantastic dinner tonight, which was lamb with this amazing raspberry sauce, and a cheesy potato dish.  Coming from the girl who is not a huge potato fan, I would have had seconds.  But, dinner tonight was at 9. PM.  9 o'clock, in the evening.  They informed me that usually dinner was around 8-8:30, so that'll take a bit of getting used to.  

Okay!  Well, so much more I could say, but that is enough for now.  I am safe, happy, and being well fed here in Valleiry, France so I really could not ask for more!

Au revoir, 

Jillian