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Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
The Hunger Games
Have you all read these books? HAVE YOU?!?! You must. The movie for the first book is coming out on March 23 so you have three good months to get the trilogy read, although you're probably only going to need about three days. I reread them over Christmas break, holding my breath in anticipation just like the first time.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Scaredy Cat
Requisite first paragraph in which I talk about how I'm a terrible blogger, etc.
So, this weekend is Halloween! I like to enjoy this holiday on the lighter side. No haunted houses or super scary movies - I'm just too chicken! I always think that I'll enjoy watching a scary movie, and I usually do during the actual watching, but then afterward when I'm laying awake in my bed listening to all the sounds that could potentially be ax murderers and masked psychopaths, I really wish I hadn't. I used to enjoy watching them more I think as a teenager, when I'd be piled in a friend's room at a sleepover with a bunch of other friends. Somehow that makes it less scary, even though it seems like "girls at a slumber party" is a pretty classic scene from horror movies...
Sometimes I watch scary movies but mute the worst scenes. The music is 80% of the scare, don't you think? The best example of this is The Shining. It is probably the scariest movie that I own and actually watch from time to time. The book is better in terms of a story, but the movie is so artistically scary, both visually and musically, that it is hard to beat. Those screeching strings as he goes slowly mad? Shudder!
In the end, I prefer thrillers or slightly creepy movies as opposed to the downright terrifying ones. I've still never seen some of the "big" horror films: The Ring, Paranormal Activity, or even the classics like The Exorcist, Halloween and Nightmare on Elm Street.
I am way more likely to read and enjoy a horror novel (see: my Stephen King shelf) than see a horror film. But even there I have my scaredy cat limits. I couldn't finish The Exorcist. And I can remember laying in my room, finishing reading The Amityville Horror, and then getting up and taking the book downstairs because I didn't want it in the same room with me while I slept!
So what about you? Scary movies and books, yay or nay? Why or why not? Which one scared you the most?
Happy Halloween!
So, this weekend is Halloween! I like to enjoy this holiday on the lighter side. No haunted houses or super scary movies - I'm just too chicken! I always think that I'll enjoy watching a scary movie, and I usually do during the actual watching, but then afterward when I'm laying awake in my bed listening to all the sounds that could potentially be ax murderers and masked psychopaths, I really wish I hadn't. I used to enjoy watching them more I think as a teenager, when I'd be piled in a friend's room at a sleepover with a bunch of other friends. Somehow that makes it less scary, even though it seems like "girls at a slumber party" is a pretty classic scene from horror movies...
Sometimes I watch scary movies but mute the worst scenes. The music is 80% of the scare, don't you think? The best example of this is The Shining. It is probably the scariest movie that I own and actually watch from time to time. The book is better in terms of a story, but the movie is so artistically scary, both visually and musically, that it is hard to beat. Those screeching strings as he goes slowly mad? Shudder!
In the end, I prefer thrillers or slightly creepy movies as opposed to the downright terrifying ones. I've still never seen some of the "big" horror films: The Ring, Paranormal Activity, or even the classics like The Exorcist, Halloween and Nightmare on Elm Street.
I am way more likely to read and enjoy a horror novel (see: my Stephen King shelf) than see a horror film. But even there I have my scaredy cat limits. I couldn't finish The Exorcist. And I can remember laying in my room, finishing reading The Amityville Horror, and then getting up and taking the book downstairs because I didn't want it in the same room with me while I slept!
So what about you? Scary movies and books, yay or nay? Why or why not? Which one scared you the most?
Happy Halloween!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Shopping in a Bookstore: Lesson #2
Last time we learned how to put the books back. Or more specifically, to not put them back at all unless you are doing it right. Today I'd like to cover a new topic: How to Ask For Help.
Let me begin by saying that I totally understand when people want to look for something themselves. Browse away. It's fun to find things for your own. We get it. You are not obligated to accept our help.
But we will offer to help you. We offer out of politeness, and also because we know more than you.
Oh, I'm sorry, that might have sounded mean. But let me clarify.
I don't mean, of course, that we are smarter than you. Okay, we're definitely smarter than a percentage of people who shop in our store, but when I say we know more than you, I mean we know the store better than you, and our inventory better than you.
So if you don't ask for our help, or you don't accept our help, don't get mad at us when you can't find something. Definitely don't make ridiculous accusations. "Did you all get rid of your travel section or something?" "I guess you guys don't carry graphic novels." "Do you not have music anymore?"
Wrong. False. Stop being ridiculous. All you have to say, and this really shouldn't come as a surprise, is, "Hi, I'm looking for _______." We will spring into eager action to retrieve what you need.
Which leads me to another point. If you want to browse the cooking section, please ask us, "Can you point me to the cooking section?" But if what you want is Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution, then please. JUST SAY THAT. If you want something specific, just ask for that thing. Otherwise something like this is bound to happen:
LADY: Hi, can you point me to your travel section?
ME: Sure, I'll walk you over there. Anywhere specific?
LADY: I'll just look around, thanks.
ME: Okay, my name is Amy if you need more help.
(Five minutes later, she re-approches the info desk.)
LADY: Why don't you have any books about Kenya?
ME: I could literally slap you.
That last line ever only happens in my head, of course. But can you understand the frustration? Some version of this conversation happens almost every day I'm at work. If this lady would have just said, "Could you please show me books about traveling to Kenya?" then she'd be happy and I wouldn't feel like slapping anyone. That's a win-win.
The other good reason to ask us for help is because we know things you couldn't possibly know. We know which school books we do and don't have, and we can retrieve them in 4.6 seconds flat. You could too, if twelve people had asked you for To Kill A Mockingbird in the past two hours. We know the title and author of that book you heard about on NPR yesterday morning, and we know that our store is sold out but that the Cool Springs store still has copies. We can call them and have one held for you. We know that $30 hardcover you're about to buy is coming out in paperback for half the price next week. We may even know the title of "that one book about some brothers and I think there's a bird on the cover." I once found a book for a lady and all she knew was that the word "Rose" was somewhere in the title.
We can be especially helpful when you don't know what you want or what you need. I wish more people understood this. My bookstore is not McDonalds. Or Wal-Mart. Not that there is anything wrong with either of those places. But no one is working at Borders because they lack the skills to work anywhere else. Almost everyone is college educated (more than one of my colleagues has or is working towards an advanced degree), and we are all avid (sometimes rabid) readers. Our staff covers a broad spectrum of interests and specialties. You like history and politics, you see Andy. You want high-brow lit? Evan's read books you wish you were smart enough to have even heard of. Luanne can tell you the author and title of just about every genre novel in the store. I can pick out a book your 6th grade son who hates reading won't be able to put down. The list goes on.
So if you want to browse, browse. You are welcome to stay in our store for hours at a time. Curl up in a chair and read a whole book for all we care. Don't break the spine, of course, because then we can't sell it. And don't leave a mess, because this isn't your living room. And don't steal things, because that is wrong.
But if you need something specific, you're always better off asking. And if you just want some suggestions, we're pretty good at those. We like reading. We want you to like it too.
Let me begin by saying that I totally understand when people want to look for something themselves. Browse away. It's fun to find things for your own. We get it. You are not obligated to accept our help.
But we will offer to help you. We offer out of politeness, and also because we know more than you.
Oh, I'm sorry, that might have sounded mean. But let me clarify.
I don't mean, of course, that we are smarter than you. Okay, we're definitely smarter than a percentage of people who shop in our store, but when I say we know more than you, I mean we know the store better than you, and our inventory better than you.
So if you don't ask for our help, or you don't accept our help, don't get mad at us when you can't find something. Definitely don't make ridiculous accusations. "Did you all get rid of your travel section or something?" "I guess you guys don't carry graphic novels." "Do you not have music anymore?"
Wrong. False. Stop being ridiculous. All you have to say, and this really shouldn't come as a surprise, is, "Hi, I'm looking for _______." We will spring into eager action to retrieve what you need.
Which leads me to another point. If you want to browse the cooking section, please ask us, "Can you point me to the cooking section?" But if what you want is Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution, then please. JUST SAY THAT. If you want something specific, just ask for that thing. Otherwise something like this is bound to happen:
LADY: Hi, can you point me to your travel section?
ME: Sure, I'll walk you over there. Anywhere specific?
LADY: I'll just look around, thanks.
ME: Okay, my name is Amy if you need more help.
(Five minutes later, she re-approches the info desk.)
LADY: Why don't you have any books about Kenya?
ME: I could literally slap you.
That last line ever only happens in my head, of course. But can you understand the frustration? Some version of this conversation happens almost every day I'm at work. If this lady would have just said, "Could you please show me books about traveling to Kenya?" then she'd be happy and I wouldn't feel like slapping anyone. That's a win-win.
The other good reason to ask us for help is because we know things you couldn't possibly know. We know which school books we do and don't have, and we can retrieve them in 4.6 seconds flat. You could too, if twelve people had asked you for To Kill A Mockingbird in the past two hours. We know the title and author of that book you heard about on NPR yesterday morning, and we know that our store is sold out but that the Cool Springs store still has copies. We can call them and have one held for you. We know that $30 hardcover you're about to buy is coming out in paperback for half the price next week. We may even know the title of "that one book about some brothers and I think there's a bird on the cover." I once found a book for a lady and all she knew was that the word "Rose" was somewhere in the title.
We can be especially helpful when you don't know what you want or what you need. I wish more people understood this. My bookstore is not McDonalds. Or Wal-Mart. Not that there is anything wrong with either of those places. But no one is working at Borders because they lack the skills to work anywhere else. Almost everyone is college educated (more than one of my colleagues has or is working towards an advanced degree), and we are all avid (sometimes rabid) readers. Our staff covers a broad spectrum of interests and specialties. You like history and politics, you see Andy. You want high-brow lit? Evan's read books you wish you were smart enough to have even heard of. Luanne can tell you the author and title of just about every genre novel in the store. I can pick out a book your 6th grade son who hates reading won't be able to put down. The list goes on.
So if you want to browse, browse. You are welcome to stay in our store for hours at a time. Curl up in a chair and read a whole book for all we care. Don't break the spine, of course, because then we can't sell it. And don't leave a mess, because this isn't your living room. And don't steal things, because that is wrong.
But if you need something specific, you're always better off asking. And if you just want some suggestions, we're pretty good at those. We like reading. We want you to like it too.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Maniacs and Red Ferns: Books That Rocked Your Childhood
Working in the bookstore continues to keep books on my brain! As I've spent more and more time in the kids section, I've been thinking about the books that meant the most to me as a child. I don't just mean children's picture books, of which I have a long and varied list of favorites. I'm thinking more of those books that I encountered as an older child, the first and best loved volumes that pierced my child-sized heart and stretched my child-sized imagination. Two in particular come to mind for me.
The first time I remember understanding my mom as person beyond "my mom" was when she read aloud to my sister and I the entirety of Wilson Rawls' Where the Red Fern Grows. I have the most vivid memory of sitting next to my sister in the bench seat of our minivan, with my mom turned slightly in her front passenger seat, reading to us. She came to the last few pages of the book and I watched, transfixed with simultaneous wonder and horror, as she began to cry. She kept reading through her tears, her voice cracking and her nose sniffling. We cried too, for the death and sadness and love and loyalty of Old Dan and Little Ann, and for our mother, a real woman who could be moved to tears by the wonderful power of the written word. Billy's first encounters with faith and death were mine, too. I have loved that book ever since.
If I could force all my customers at Borders to leave our "independent reader" section holding one book, it would most likely be Maniac Magee. Author Jerry Spinelli is one of those rare types that just seems to "get" kids, and wow did he ever get me with this one. This book broke my heart in the first pages and kept right on breaking it til the end. Family, home, love, hatred, fear, innocence... all the shattering and magnificent and surreal parts of growing up. Maniac was the first literary character I loved and, despite his magic, or maybe because of it, the most real.
The most powerful children's books are never patronizing. The fears and joys of youth are celebrated and explored and revealed in their pages, and the authors who write these books understand and respect the essence of childhood. That is why the best of these works are timeless. Reading them at 20, at 40, at 80 is as wonderful, even if in a different way, as reading them at 10.
What was the book (or, if you're like me, books plural) that rocked your childhood and why? Do share in the comments!
The first time I remember understanding my mom as person beyond "my mom" was when she read aloud to my sister and I the entirety of Wilson Rawls' Where the Red Fern Grows. I have the most vivid memory of sitting next to my sister in the bench seat of our minivan, with my mom turned slightly in her front passenger seat, reading to us. She came to the last few pages of the book and I watched, transfixed with simultaneous wonder and horror, as she began to cry. She kept reading through her tears, her voice cracking and her nose sniffling. We cried too, for the death and sadness and love and loyalty of Old Dan and Little Ann, and for our mother, a real woman who could be moved to tears by the wonderful power of the written word. Billy's first encounters with faith and death were mine, too. I have loved that book ever since.
If I could force all my customers at Borders to leave our "independent reader" section holding one book, it would most likely be Maniac Magee. Author Jerry Spinelli is one of those rare types that just seems to "get" kids, and wow did he ever get me with this one. This book broke my heart in the first pages and kept right on breaking it til the end. Family, home, love, hatred, fear, innocence... all the shattering and magnificent and surreal parts of growing up. Maniac was the first literary character I loved and, despite his magic, or maybe because of it, the most real.
The most powerful children's books are never patronizing. The fears and joys of youth are celebrated and explored and revealed in their pages, and the authors who write these books understand and respect the essence of childhood. That is why the best of these works are timeless. Reading them at 20, at 40, at 80 is as wonderful, even if in a different way, as reading them at 10.
What was the book (or, if you're like me, books plural) that rocked your childhood and why? Do share in the comments!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Covering a Classic
Hi people! I know, it's been too long, I suck at blogging on a regular basis, etc. etc. While we were apart, here's what happened to me. I got a part time job at my local Borders here in Brentwood. I will be the Children's Book Specialist, which is basically the job title I would have made up for myself in a fantasy world, so how fortuitous that it turned out to be real!
For these first few days I've just been learning the basics. Days one through three, I spent almost all my time at the register. Having never worked retail before, it was a whole new world for me! A little nerve wracking when something out of the ordinary comes up, but I'm getting the hang of it. The past two days I've spent shelving (or as I apparently pronounce it, "shelfing"), which means taking all the new books that come in and putting them in order where they belong on the shelves. It's a bit of a puzzle, as each shelf has to be full, but books with several copies have to be facing out, and all the books have to stay in order, but also make room for all the new product. So there is lots of scooting stuff around and squeezing things to fit.
The primary function of this task is apparently to taunt me with book after book that I am inspired to add to my must-read list. I was having a hard enough time keeping up with the books I knew about; now I discover there is a whole world of books I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW EXISTED that I also want to read!
One other thing I've come to realize is that the phrase "don't judge a book by its cover" is kind of ridiculous when actually referring to books. Probably half the books I come across that I pick up suck me in first by having an awesome or interesting cover. Ah, you got me again, marketing! (Shakes fist.)
For example, today I shelved these really gorgeous new editions of three classics. Penguin commissioned artist Ruben Toledo to illustrate these covers, and I wanted to buy them just for prettiness sake. Take a look:
I love the Wuthering Heights one especially, with the caricatures of haughty Heathcliff and crazy Cathy, and the fabulous way the really intricate branches are drawn into the defined shapes of the trees. What a great way to hook readers into picking up these classics.
What's a book cover you are especially crazy about or have a vivid memory of? Share in the comments!
For these first few days I've just been learning the basics. Days one through three, I spent almost all my time at the register. Having never worked retail before, it was a whole new world for me! A little nerve wracking when something out of the ordinary comes up, but I'm getting the hang of it. The past two days I've spent shelving (or as I apparently pronounce it, "shelfing"), which means taking all the new books that come in and putting them in order where they belong on the shelves. It's a bit of a puzzle, as each shelf has to be full, but books with several copies have to be facing out, and all the books have to stay in order, but also make room for all the new product. So there is lots of scooting stuff around and squeezing things to fit.
The primary function of this task is apparently to taunt me with book after book that I am inspired to add to my must-read list. I was having a hard enough time keeping up with the books I knew about; now I discover there is a whole world of books I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW EXISTED that I also want to read!
One other thing I've come to realize is that the phrase "don't judge a book by its cover" is kind of ridiculous when actually referring to books. Probably half the books I come across that I pick up suck me in first by having an awesome or interesting cover. Ah, you got me again, marketing! (Shakes fist.)
For example, today I shelved these really gorgeous new editions of three classics. Penguin commissioned artist Ruben Toledo to illustrate these covers, and I wanted to buy them just for prettiness sake. Take a look:
I love the Wuthering Heights one especially, with the caricatures of haughty Heathcliff and crazy Cathy, and the fabulous way the really intricate branches are drawn into the defined shapes of the trees. What a great way to hook readers into picking up these classics.
What's a book cover you are especially crazy about or have a vivid memory of? Share in the comments!
Friday, October 03, 2008
My Thesis: Part One
Okay, here you go! This is the first 10 pages of the thesis... and the first 4 pages are really freebies like my dedication and table of contents, so you're only really looking at about 6 pages of serious reading. It covers my introduction, where I explain my project, and then my condensed biography of Stephen King himself.
And for the record, I haven't touched this document in four years... I thought about going back and tweaking things (like where I used the word "great" twice in my very first sentence... forehead slap) but figured it should stay how it was when I submitted it.
And for the second record, I wasn't even a Stephen King fan before I started this project. I had read a few of his things and of course like most everyone else I loved the movies based on his stories - The Shining, Shawshank Redemption, Stand By Me. But I was fascinated, and still am, by the vast divide between the "literary" - the academic, high-brow, whatever - and the popular. It is not an issue specific to the written word, and can be seen rearing its ugly head in art, in music, and I'm sure a myriad of other pursuits. So I came into my project with that in mind, and found Stephen King as this really cool piece of the puzzle.
And for the third record, I am now an official big fan of Stephen King.
If you are not, I'll direct you to his volume of four novellas entitled Different Seasons. It is the perfect place to dip your toe into his work, and I assure you there is nary a rabid dog, deranged killer clown, or apocalyptic showdown to be found. Just fascinating, richly told human stories including the ones that inspired the aforementioned movies The Shawshank Redemption and Stand By Me.
Now, without further ado, click here to get the file. I'm working on a way to hotlink the PDF but for now you will have to click and download from the file hosting site. It's a pretty small file so it should be a snap to download.
And for the record, I haven't touched this document in four years... I thought about going back and tweaking things (like where I used the word "great" twice in my very first sentence... forehead slap) but figured it should stay how it was when I submitted it.
And for the second record, I wasn't even a Stephen King fan before I started this project. I had read a few of his things and of course like most everyone else I loved the movies based on his stories - The Shining, Shawshank Redemption, Stand By Me. But I was fascinated, and still am, by the vast divide between the "literary" - the academic, high-brow, whatever - and the popular. It is not an issue specific to the written word, and can be seen rearing its ugly head in art, in music, and I'm sure a myriad of other pursuits. So I came into my project with that in mind, and found Stephen King as this really cool piece of the puzzle.
And for the third record, I am now an official big fan of Stephen King.
If you are not, I'll direct you to his volume of four novellas entitled Different Seasons. It is the perfect place to dip your toe into his work, and I assure you there is nary a rabid dog, deranged killer clown, or apocalyptic showdown to be found. Just fascinating, richly told human stories including the ones that inspired the aforementioned movies The Shawshank Redemption and Stand By Me.
Now, without further ado, click here to get the file. I'm working on a way to hotlink the PDF but for now you will have to click and download from the file hosting site. It's a pretty small file so it should be a snap to download.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Who Wants to Read My Thesis!?!
Okay, okay, everyone put your hands down. Everyone will get a turn! Sheesh!
So maybe no one was banging down my door asking for it, but I've decided to start posting chunks of my original senior thesis here for those who are interested. I was flipping through it the other day and it crossed my mind that even people like my own parents and husband have never read it completely... probably because no one but a big ole' word geek like myself would be clamoring to take a casual flip through 60 pages of "Stephen King: The Demystification of the Author."
However, I'm furiously proud of what I did, and I'd like to share it. For years of my life, academic and/or recreational writing was something I did on the daily. Recently I decided I wanted to get back to writing in some sense, so to motivate and inspire me, I picked up one of my all-time favorite books, Stephen King's On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft. If you have any interest in the craft of writing or the challenges of authorship, I beseech you to go now and read this book. Try to forget any preconceived notions you have of Stephen King (more on that in my thesis) and just... read it. Trust me!
So maybe no one was banging down my door asking for it, but I've decided to start posting chunks of my original senior thesis here for those who are interested. I was flipping through it the other day and it crossed my mind that even people like my own parents and husband have never read it completely... probably because no one but a big ole' word geek like myself would be clamoring to take a casual flip through 60 pages of "Stephen King: The Demystification of the Author."
However, I'm furiously proud of what I did, and I'd like to share it. For years of my life, academic and/or recreational writing was something I did on the daily. Recently I decided I wanted to get back to writing in some sense, so to motivate and inspire me, I picked up one of my all-time favorite books, Stephen King's On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft. If you have any interest in the craft of writing or the challenges of authorship, I beseech you to go now and read this book. Try to forget any preconceived notions you have of Stephen King (more on that in my thesis) and just... read it. Trust me!
Anyway, reading that book again and thinking about writing and authorship... all that made me decide that maybe I could share a bit of my thesis here and that would be okay. Don't worry, I'll still post about all the other goofy and mundane happenings of my life (thank goodness for that, I know how you depend on it, dear reader), but I'll mix in some of those posts as well. I hope you'll indulge me or at least tolerate it!
Love you.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
It Was An Accident
I really and truly did not set out to revert back to being a 14 year old girl. It just happened, because I was kinda curious to see what the big fat deal was with these vampire books.
And then, without understanding why or how, I had read all four books (had to have been a good 2000 pages total) in less than four days, and I was compelled to go on the internet and look up everything that could possibly have anything to do with these books, and also the movie that is coming out November 21 (now circled in red on my calendar).
And I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED TO ME, and I'm sorry to all my friends and family who expected better from me. I'm an English major for crying out loud, I'm supposed to be all high-brow and hoighty-toighty (sp?) about my literary tastes, and raving about the new Philip Roth novel and its elegaic postmodern brilliance. But all I can think about is will Stephenie Meyer change her mind and finish Midnight Sun?!
And if that last sentence made no sense to you, it's probably for the better. But if perchance you read that sentence and said, "OMG me too! I need to be inside Edward's head," then I love you and let's make "Mrs. Cullen" bedazzled t-shirts and go see the movie together and maybe afterward we can braid each others' hair and play MASH, if your mom is cool with that. Text me later!
See?!!! SEE WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Pretty Good Day
Today, was a good day.
I baked brownies. With extra chocolate chips just because. And I displayed them on my new pink plaid platter from the Target clearance aisle.
I wore my favorite summer dress, which is long and beachy and made of the softest grey t-shirt material.
I listened to my Smalltown Poets cd, sang along with "Prophet, Priest & King" and remembered how much I love their music.
I went to our work pool party and laid in the sun and went swimming with my friends. And get this - Ben took the afternoon off and came to the party too!
We went and saw WALL-E. I am now in love with that movie. I cried at their adorable robot love.
I came home all tired and with sunkissed shoulders and as I was taking a shower I realized it was only Friday and the whole weekend was still before me.
Then I typed this blog.
And now I am going to go downstairs, get a glass of milk, and curl up next to Ben on the couch. I am going to thank God that he is not at Bonnaroo or working at his boss's house til 4 am, or any other place than here with me. And I am going to read my book of Ray Bradbury short stories until we get tired and go to bed.
And that, my friends, is a pretty great day.
I baked brownies. With extra chocolate chips just because. And I displayed them on my new pink plaid platter from the Target clearance aisle.
I wore my favorite summer dress, which is long and beachy and made of the softest grey t-shirt material.
I listened to my Smalltown Poets cd, sang along with "Prophet, Priest & King" and remembered how much I love their music.
I went to our work pool party and laid in the sun and went swimming with my friends. And get this - Ben took the afternoon off and came to the party too!
We went and saw WALL-E. I am now in love with that movie. I cried at their adorable robot love.
I came home all tired and with sunkissed shoulders and as I was taking a shower I realized it was only Friday and the whole weekend was still before me.
Then I typed this blog.
And now I am going to go downstairs, get a glass of milk, and curl up next to Ben on the couch. I am going to thank God that he is not at Bonnaroo or working at his boss's house til 4 am, or any other place than here with me. And I am going to read my book of Ray Bradbury short stories until we get tired and go to bed.
And that, my friends, is a pretty great day.
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