Okay, I know that the world knows about Lula Magazine, but the most recent issue was my first. I had listened to people rave about Lula for months, and I had to see what the fuss was all about. I have to say, the fuss is much deserved. I loved everything about the magazine, from the thick, glossy paper to the dreamy photographs, beautiful drawings, and interesting articles. I had planned to tear the photographs from the magazine for wall decoration, but I found that I couldn't. It felt sacreligious to tear anything out of something so much like a book, something so visually stunning. Instead, it sits beside my bed for perusal before I go to sleep. I know it will bring me only the sweetest of dreams.