Written by Sarah

Do you know how long it took me to master pronouncing “Saoirse”? I keep wanting to say “Cerise”. Seer-shuh. I have to keep repeating it to myself whenever I see her name. Seer-shuh.

Saoirse Ronan is rapidly becoming one of my favorite young actresses. I loved her in Hanna so much, and she was the only watchable thing in Atonement (Lainey: We’re fighting! We’re fighting!) besides that green dress. And who knew, looking at her in Atonement that she would grow up to be this lovely? Look at that face. That’s a helluva face. And it’s not done maturing. Think about how she’ll look in four more years, at 21. Mindboggling. And all that talent! She’s kind of electric to watch, no? How will that evolve in four years? MIND. BOGGLING.

This is Saoirse in Dublin, fronting for the Coca-Cola Cinemagic International Film & Television Festival for Young People. That’s a mouthful. Almost as bad as Seer-shuh. She looks so young and fresh and summery. I want a lemon ice now. Her yellow shirt is making me want lemon ice. Saoirse can sell me anything. Except Stephenie Meyer’s for-sh*t NO TASTE. As you may remember, Saoirse was recently cast as the lead in Meyer’s The Host, some kind of not-Twilight tale about aliens that still manages to involve a love triangle. Because you know. That’s all life is. Love triangles.

Seer-shuh. Seeeeer-shuh.

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