"One seventy-nine," said Neil, of the Oakley sunglasses at his favorite shop, looking wholly engrossed. "I can't help but buy this pair." My boyfriend's love for sunglasses is a disease, and he is well beyond help. Next to the pretty but cheap Oakley was a white-framed metallic sunglasses that the girl in the
Harry Potter films wore in the last movie premier night. I bought it, not because I'm going to wear it; it's $50, and I think I've acquired my boyfriend's shades virus.