The Old Book Reopened – Chapter 26

Justin met Matt as usual the next morning to walk to the gym. As Matt came out his door, he said around a mouth full of the biscuit in his hand, “Erie is’t wakin in dis morin.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Justin catching a whiff of the biscuit. He could almost feel his mom watching what he was about to do but he didn’t care. “Matt, does your mom have any more of those biscuits in there?”

“Sure,” said Matt who had just swallowed, and turned and went back inside leaving the door open. Justin heard Mrs. Fisher call from the other room, “What is it Matt? Did you forget something?” His face turned red as he heard Matt answer, “No, just grabbing a couple more biscuits. Justin wanted one.” Then she said, “Ok, and be careful today, Matta.”

“Bye, mom, I will,” he called as he closed the door and handed Justin a paper towel containing two biscuits.

Any remorse he had about what his mom would call ‘rudely bumming something to eat,’ disappeared in the first bite. The only thought he had for the next block was that Matt was one of the luckiest people on earth. As he scooped the last crumbs into his mouth and let them melt there, he remembered that he had decided to talk to Matt and Ernie about the Brandon and Todd problem as soon as he could today. He looked at his watch and said, “If Ernie’s there when we get there, I want to tell you guys something.”

“Ok,” said Matt. Justin was surprised that he didn’t even ask what it was about. He thought most people would have asked, at least, or tried to pry it out right then. But Matt wasn’t the prying type; in fact he was one of the most patient people that Justin knew. As the school came into sight, Justin was glad to see Ernie waiting outside the gym doors. They hurried up to him and went in. Justin noticed that there were a few guys on the bleachers ahead of them this morning so he said, “Hey, wait here just a minute. I just want to talk to you two for a second.” He moved away from the door to the corner of the gym. They followed. “What is it?” asked Ernie giving Justin an expectant look.

“Well, it’s just this. I did some thinking over the weekend. A lot happened, actually,” he said looking at Ernie. “But the bottom line is – I’ve decided I agree with you now, Matt. About Brandon and Todd, I mean. I still feel bad that he blacked your eye, and I still hate how they keep heckling us outside and trying to make us mess up in here, but I don’t want to go after them anymore. I think you were right, Matt, when you said we should just handle it as it comes.”

“Good, because my mom would pounce me if I got caught looking for trouble,” Matt said.

“I’m glad too, Justin, because it just isn’t right of us to try and punish them, no matter how wrong they are.”

“I know now, Ernie, I know. Well, that’s it. I just wanted you guys to know I’m not going to be looking for ways to get them back for all the crap they’re giving us.”

As they started around to the bleachers Justin heard a noise behind them. Immediately he was on guard, but when he turned to look it was only the coach coming out of the equipment room. At first he was relieved, then he saw the serious look on his face as he made eye contact. Justin eyes darted away and he didn’t look back until they were on the bleachers changing shoes. He then risked a peek in the coach’s direction and was relieved to find him looking elsewhere. His eyes were hard now though, and Justin followed his gaze to find Brandon and Todd just entering the gym. “Oh no!” he whispered.

“What?” said Ernie, immediately on edge.

“I think the coach heard us talking over there. He was in the equipment room.”

Matt frowned for a second then said matter-of-factly, “Well, it can’t be helped now, even if he did.” Justin didn’t have any more time to worry about it. The trainers were starting a new drill, and it was so intense that no one had any time to think about anything other than basketball until they were dismissed.

Justin left the floor and changed his shoes as slowly as he could without arousing suspicion, and talked the whole while about the drills they’d just learned. Then as they were some of the last to head for the door, he stopped and said, “Hey, I gotta do something. Will you guys wait for me outside?”

“Sure,” said Matt and they went on. As soon as they were out the door though, Justin made a beeline for the coach who was just entering his office. The door was open, so Justin held his breath and stepped in without knocking.

The coach looked up as he did and said, “Need something, Justin?”

“No, sir. I just wanted to tell you… We weren’t trying to…I mean we didn’t mean for you to hear…I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

The coach broke into a chuckle. “Ok. Don’t worry about this, Justin. See you tomorrow.”

Justin exhaled loudly and said, “Thanks,” and turned and left the gym as fast as he could. Outside he smiled and almost laughed as he caught up with Matt and Ernie who were waiting at the edge of the parking lot. “So who wants to practice this afternoon?” he asked his friends.

“Sure,” said Matt.

“Why not?” said Ernie, “Mom handed me my Popular Mechanix when she checked the mail this morning.

Mar 25

Lemons-Lilly’s point of view.

Eaw was at my house just to hang out.  We were playing the piano, (And don’t listen to what she says, I play the piano wonderfully!) and I asked her if she wanted some fruit, and she said she wanted a lemon.  So I got a lemon and a knife and started to peel it.  I eat lemons like I eat oranges, so this is what I always do.  And, quite frankly, I was having fun cutting the peel off with a knife.  Soon, Eaw asked me what I was doing.  By that time, I was having a little bit of trouble getting the peel off.  I turned around and started to crack up.  I had gone to all that trouble when she just wanted her lemon cut in half.  I think she probably thought I was crazy because she was giving me weird looks, so I had to explain that that is how I eat lemons.  I hope you find this as funny as I did, but this is probably a “had to be there” moment.  Anyway, you should still read Eaw’s point of view.

Mar 25

Lemons- Eaw’s point of view

I was at my friend Lilly’s house and she offered me some fruit. We were playing the piano at the time (very badly, might I add). I asked for a lemon so she gave me one. I asked her to open it because I am not the incredible hulk. I cannot open lemons with my mind.  She laughs and gets a knife. She walks to the other side of the counter with her back to me.  I could not see what she was doing, but I guessed it was normal. I continue playing the piano for a few more minutes and start to wonder what is taking so long. I check to see if she is ok to see that she is peeling my lemon’s skin off.  I was startled because I usually just cut them in half. She burst out in laughter when she see’s the expression on my face.  I tell her that that is not how you open a lemon correctly!  We then enjoyed a mutilated lemon with some lemonade.  We refrained from telling my parents, but it was too funny to be held back from the world.  Lilly asked me to post my side of the story compared to hers so I hope you enjoy it! It’s a had to be there moment, but the world needs to know!  If you haven’t already read Lilly’s point of view then you need to, to completely understand.

Mar 25

The best story ever!!!

Once upon a time…

THE END

Mar 25

Jorthdawn Knight

Hey! I’m Jorthdawn Knight. Like the other bloggers, I love reading. My favorite books include The Old Book Reopened (Sheets), the Redwall series and Castaways series (Jacques), the Abhorsen series and Keys to the Kingdom series and Seventh Tower series (Nix), the Inkheat trilogy and The Thief Lord (Funke), Holes (Sachar), The Thief (Turner), The Hunger Games trilogy (Collins), the Inheritance Cycle (Paolini), the Artemis Fowl series and The Wish List and Airman (Colfer), the Wolf Tower series (Lee), the Harry Potter series (Rowling), the Maximum Ride series (Patterson), The Series of Unfortunate Events (Snicket), and finally The Wheel of Time series (Jordan) which I am currently reading.  I also write, but at the moment I only have ideas, no actual stories written… but when I write something, I will post it for you to read and critique.

Mar 25

Arya Starr

Hi! I’m Arya Starr. Or at least that’s what I’m telling you my name is…..Anyway, I am currently working on two books although one’s currently on hold. Like Eaw and Lilly, I also like to read. My favorite books are Eragon, Holes, Artemis Fowl,  Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Maximum Ride, Inkheart, The Thief Lord, The Old Book Reopened, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Thief,  and Little House on the Prairie. All of them helped inspire my own writing.

My ideas for my stories seem to come at the most random times. One idea came when I was cleaning my neighbor’s house. Random right? If I ever tried to think of an idea, I’d sit staring at a blank page for literally an hour. For months I prayed for an idea for a book. Then I had it. I was so excited. I started writing as soon as I could.

I hope you like my future blogs. I highly recommend reading the other blogs too. They’re sure to be interesting.

Mar 25

I want a mango!

The ad came out in the annoying, free, collection of fliers and personals that passes for a weekend paper in my tiny rural township.  There it was in tantalizing color.  Right on the very front of the grocery sale insert were the mangoes.  They were pictured in their bulbous, plump, ripe, just off the tree glory, as well as peeled, depitted, chunked and ready to pop into my mouth.  I have been awaiting their arrival for a couple of weeks now.  The first mangoes of Spring.  Just looking at that ad I could almost imagine that I could smell their warm, sweet deliciousness as my mouth filled with saliva.

But I am a busy person.  I couldn’t drop what I was doing, bolt for the car and make a special trip into town just for a piece of fruit.  It would be irresponsible and unjustifiable.  There were other perfectly good, nutritious, no doubt tasty enough, nonmango fruits right in the bowl on the bar next to the grocery flier.  And I am the mom.  I must practice what I preach.  “Don’t be spoiled, you can’t always have exactly what you want exactly when you want it, be thankful for what you do have, count your blessings, yada yada, blah blah blah.”

So I carefully folded the flier and tucked it into my notebook where I make my shopping list.  I could have just picked up a pencil and jotted “mangoes” on the list, but that didn’t seem like enough.  I wanted to be able to flip open the cover and admire them at a moments notice.  I wanted to be able to have that bright depiction handy to illustrate the anticipation that I would experience until I got to the grocery store.  And most of all I wanted to be absolutely certain that my week didn’t go sideways in such a way that might cause me to somehow become so preoccupied that I might unthinkably forget to get the mangoes.

A couple of days passed.  It seemed like many more.  And finally it was grocery day.  I strode into the store like a conquering queen, commandeered a buggy and headed straight for the produce department.  I was feeling magnanimous.  I decided to share the glory.  I asked Twelve if she’d like to help with the shopping and gave her the honor of getting the mangoes.  “Fill a bag,” I decreed, “no less than twelve.”  I would humbly grab a bag of carrots and check out the bananas (they haven’t been as ripe as they should be lately).  A few moments later Twelve returned.  She couldn’t find the mangoes.  I gave her another chance.  “Just walk around all the bins.  They’re going to be here somewhere.”  I frowned at some sad looking strawberries that I might have considered last week, before the arrival of the mangoes.  Twelve returned again empty-handed.  Oh well, I had tried.  She clearly wasn’t ready for such a mission.  “You’ll just have to wait ’til I get around there and find them for you.”  I was graciously thinking that I’d still let her load them into the bag.

I strolled around the produce bins once, twice, I was starting to get concerned.  I got serious and scoured the produce bins.  No mangoes in sight.  I looked around for a store employee.  None were nearby.  Concern was quickly turning into worry.  I took one more look around the fruit.  I began to feel anxious.  This was no time to panic though.  I pulled myself together and started toward the checkouts.  Someone was going to have to answer for this confusion, and even more importantly, find the mangoes for me.  I evaluated the mangy lot of cashiers and baggers looking for one with an appearance of competence.  I picked the most likely candidate and asked her if she could tell me where the mangoes were.  Of course she couldn’t.  She called the produce manager.  He finally arrived.

I asked my question.  He looked surprised at the word mangoes.  “Were they in the flier?”  I whipped out my cherished copy and pointed desperately to the photo.  “Is that this week’s?”  With trembling hands I flipped it over to the date.  “Well, they’re probably around the corner of that bin in the basket,” he said turning as if to leave.

“No!”  He stopped in surprise.  “No they’re not,” I said forcing myself to calm down.

“Well, they’re probably behind the pineapples.”  I became suspicious.  That didn’t even sound likely.  What was this guy trying to pull?

“Behind the pineapples?”  I saw in his eyes that he knew I was onto him.  “Could you show me, please?”  He moved hesitantly toward the pineapples.  I did too.  I looked on hopefully but could see even before he moved them aside that there wasn’t room for mangoes there, especially not as many as I had planned to buy.

“I guess we don’t have any.  Maybe we’ll get some in a few days,” he said as if from a long way off.  Slowly the fog cleared in my head and the reality of “no mangoes” set in.  I mumbled something, I don’t know what, as I turned my buggy and slowly shuffled out of the produce department and toward canned goods.  The oxymoron didn’t even dawn on me in my stupified state

So that’s my blog for today.  What good fruit stories do you have?  Put them in the comments if you have any.

Mar 24

Intro.

Hi!  My code name is Lilly.  If it is left up to me, you will never know my real name.  I am a teenager who loves to read and write.  I have started at least five stories that I hope to publish some day.  One of them, I have started with my best friend, Eaw(Or so you think!).  You should try some of her blogs.  They should be very funny and random!

Some of my favorite books include Harry Potter, The Old Book Reopened(You should try this book… My mom wrote it!!!!), The 39 Clues, Maximum Ride, The Hunger Games, The Series of Unfortunate Events, The Inheritance Series, Dragon Rider, and the Inkheart Series.  If you have any other books you think I should read, tell me, and I’ll tell you what I think of them.

My blogs will mostly be about real and funny things that happen with my best friends and me.  And trust me, there’s a lot to write about!  So I hope you enjoy reading what I have to say.

Mar 24

Introduction

    Hi, this is my first blog post!!!  I’m Eaw (e- ah-waa) as far as you know…  I will be writing an array of different topics here.   I’m currently working on some stories you might hear about throughout our journey.  I’m a teenage girl who loves to write.  My stories are all very different.  One of my best friends also writes on this site.  Her names is Lilly as far as you know…  We are writing a story together.  Visit her posts!  She has some great true funny moments.  Some things I enjoy are Harry Potter (Daniel Radcliffe), The Hunger Games, I am Number Four (The book), The 39 Clues,  Scott Westerfeld the author, Tennis, writing (That’s a given), and unicorns!  That’s all you need to know about me for now…

Nov 13

Frame of Reference

Halloween: A cold, ninety minute walk around a suburb teeming with manic parents of chaotic children dressed as every imaginable thing that I never really needed to see, and don’t really appreciate, but have to smile at anyway, or be thought some other type of monster that can’t appreciate the fabricated “cuteness” of the little darlings. Add to that the challenge of keeping my own progeny’s “clothing” on their bodies for the duration of the marathon. The only upside is chocolate. Can I get a BAH-HUMBUG? Continue reading

Oct 20

I Spy Something Brown

Have you ever seen one of those optical illusion photographs where the camera has pulled in so tight on the subject that you have trouble figuring out what you’re looking at? OK, now imagine two or three almonds, still in the shells, in a pile, with no background or frame of reference. Hold that thought. Continue reading

Oct 05

A What-inator?

This one needs to be told in a script.

Phone rings. Thirteen looks at the caller ID.

Thirteen: It’s Uncle D-. I’ll get it. (picks up phone) Hello, this is Pizza Hut…..You want a pizza?…..You want cheese on your pizza? No, we don’t have tacos. You want pizza. Maybe you want an egg rolll pizza. (this continues for a several minutes) ok,ok, Are you here, mom?

Mom: Who wants to know? Continue reading

Jun 27

Fast Thinking

Again with the cookies.  I’m starting to think Five needs a 12 step program.  This is not a new policy.

10:00 am the other day and she was already asking for cookies.  I, of course, said, “We haven’t even had lunch yet.”  Then I remembered that she had also opted out of breakfast.  So, I said,  “Hey you didn’t even eat breakfast.  No wonder you’re hungry.  Would you like something to eat?”

(Necessary back story–The adults in our family sometimes fast a day or so.)

Without missing a beat Five replied, “No, I’m fasting today.” Continue reading

Jun 18

giant cat in a suit

I noticed something the other day that we all know, but it’s more fun on kids. We all have our areas of expertise and then those areas where we aren’t such experts.

For instance, although Five is under the impression that I use a razor to scrape soap off my legs, she knows all the princesses intimately. If you know any small females, you know the princesses I’m talking about. When I was little there were basically the big three–Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White. But Disney hasn’t been idle, and I’m not really sure how many there are now. Continue reading

Jun 06

Sawed-off Broomstick

A few days ago Five came bumping her way into my bedroom swinging a sawed off broomstick in all directions—and walking with her eyes shut tight about half of the time. Of course I rushed to disarm her even before I asked what she was doing. Come to find out she was playing Robin Hood (Disney cartoon version where Robin fools the sheriff by impersonating a blind beggar). Continue reading

Jun 06

Socks by Beverly Cleary

Review

Almost 40 years old, this book is timeless. The reading level is 9-12 years old and the book is great for kids of that age, especially if they like cats. But as a read together book, Socks is perfect for even the smallest children.

This book is on my mind right now because a friend of mine is expecting her second child. Now I will admit that I don’t know Cleary’s motive for writing this book, but I think it is about the best “we’re expecting a sibling” book ever written. And since I’ve been in that particular circumstance several times I’ve read quite a few of those. Now of course Socks is not an older sibling. He’s a cat. But I find that viewing the changes a baby brings through a cat’s eye surprisingly fresh. Continue reading

Apr 06

“Mu-hu-ha-ha-ha!”

You know how cartoon villains act? The gestures, voices, plot-exposing orations. We were treated to a mini, real life, performance the other day.

We were at my mom’s house for Sunday dinner which was still being prepared, and Five (years old, that is) came in and asked me for a cookie. When I didn’t give it to her, she loitered for a few moments until she caught Nana distracted and tried her luck there. Cookies before dinner? No dice. Continue reading

Mar 30

Five Children and It by E. Nesbit

Review

This book is fun! The five children of the title are people that I immediately liked. They are the sort of people you want as friends, decent, fair and not a bit afraid of adventures, even magical ones. Wild Indians, gypsies, treasure, giants, a castle under siege, and others–I don’t really know which is my favorite. But I enjoyed this book so much I am going to read Nesbit’s other two books about the same kids. They are The Story of the Amulet and The Phoenix and the Carpet.

The five children range from toddler to tween, and the book is entertaining to at least that wide an age span. I am fortunate enough to have a few book friends whose ages span an eight year range. And we really enjoyed reading this together. There was someone for everyone to relate to. So if you’re lucky enough to have a younger sibling to read to, well, this is a great book to share with a little friend. Continue reading

Mar 26

“You heard her! Pray for me!”

Every mom has techniques of self-preservation and survival whether they realize it or not. I know I have them, and I know that they have varying degrees of respectability and worth. I do not feel particularly proud, for instance, when I hear from the back of the house a child’s voice say, “I’m telling,” and I quickly scurry into the laundry room, close the door and quietly fold clothes for a few minutes while listening to the child looking all over for me. (I have no plausible explanation for why they never think to check the laundry room, except maybe that it’s a little off the beaten path, having been formerly an enclosed porch.) But I have one technique that I employ that I think is ok. I use it when I am sucked into the vortex of sibling rivalry, where there is plenty of blame to go around, and often no easy answer to the problem at hand. Continue reading

Mar 22

book signing

This weekend I have my first book signing at my local library along with four other local authors. Naturally I am very excited, and anxious to do a good job. I have been contemplating all that it means for a few days and some aspects had started to worry me a little. Now my library isn’t huge at all, but you know as well as I do, that even in a small library, there are quite a few books. And even with five local authors working hard to prove themselves, and trying to break into the big time, it’s going to take a long time to sign all those books, and the librarians have only set aside two hours. So I was thinking, “I have some free time today. I’ll just go over and get the jump on this thing.” Good idea, right? So I found a couple of good pens with plenty of ink, and a clipboard to press on, and headed to the library.

When I walked in I was greeted with that great, cool, calm, library smell, which just happens to be number two on my long list of absolute favorite smells. I can’t even tell you how many smells are on this list because it is under constant revision, but the ones at the top never change. On this day I inhaled an especially big lungful of that rapturous scent before proceeding to my favorite corner. I was drinking it in big time. After all, it’s not every day that I get honored like this. I mean, are you getting this? The library that I love asked me to participate in an actual, honest to goodness, book signing!

But back to my story and my favorite corner of the library. Once there, I went to a shelf near the floor that I knew contained a few of my all-time favorites. You know the kind of books I mean, the ones you read again no matter how many times you’ve read them before. I took down an armload and sat them on the floor by the wall. I repeated this a couple of more times until I had about fifty volumes assembled. Next I sat down “criss-cross applesauce” as one librarian I know likes to say, and took my things out of my library bag. I scooted back until I could lean against the wall just where the sun was coming in, took another big breath of that intoxicating, enchanting air and began. Now I was taking this very seriously, so at first I was not only signing the books but adding little notes as well. Making it personal and meaningful, you understand. I have a few books signed by the authors so I know the sort of things they write. As I finished a book that I had picked up from the pile on my right, I would put it into the newly forming stack on my left. But after about twenty or thirty I was running out of things to say and decided to give my brain a little rest. I figured it would be ok to do a few generically with, “Best Wishes” and a signature while my brain recharged. Now that went really quickly. I was able to finish off the rest of them in no time. I decided to take down the next batch of unsigned books before replacing the signed ones. That way the empty gap on the shelf would show me where I left off.

Just as I had replaced the signed books and was settling back into my spot ready to get back to work the kind children’s librarian came around the shelf with an armload of books that she was re shelving. As soon as she spotted me, her delicate, pretty face lit up with that sweet, unfailing smile that has never failed once to adorn her in all the years I have known her. When she saw the stacks of books next to me she got a quizzical look in her eyes and whispered, “Doing a little light reading?”

“Oh, no,” I laughed, “I just came in to get a head start on the book signing.”

She looked more puzzled and even forgot to whisper. “A head start? How do you mean?”

“You know get some of the more popular books signed ahead of time, so that there’s not so much to do on Saturday.” By this time I had opened one to the title page and, pen poised, was deciding how to inscribe it. My thoughts were interrupted by a squeaking sound coming from the librarian. I thought maybe she had just contracted the hiccups, but when I looked up I almost panicked. It was obvious from the way her already fair complexion was draining to snow white, and the horrified look on her now gasping face, that she had apparently choked on her gum. I sprang into action, scenes from Girl Scout first aid training flashing through my mind. I was behind her administering the Heimlich maneuver in less than two seconds. But before I had given her the second punch in the stomach from behind, she had whirled on me and pinned my arms to my sides, (she’s a lot quicker and stronger than you’d guess from just watching her do story time). She began sputtering incoherently in my face, “You—books—ink—you—you…” Her eyes were all wild looking and there was a tiny bit of drool beginning to run out of the corner of her mouth. Suddenly she just froze, turned and fled in the direction of the circulation desk.

It was my turn to be confused. But not for long. A moment later the head librarian appeared. The second our eyes met my heart quailed within me. Her head was bent low and she was advancing rapidly. Her mouth looked small and pinched and there were tiny puffs of smoke jetting from her ears every time one of her sensibly shod feet hit the carpeted floor with a muffled, yet vibrating thud. All reason had fled. I didn’t know or care why she looked like that, I only knew that instincts were commanding me to RUN! Of course I couldn’t run. The librarian was moving toward me in the only path of escape. And I also noticed that the other six librarians were creeping along behind her. They looked somewhat terrified but unable to look away. Even if I bolted past the head librarian, I would never be able to get past the others clustered behind her.

Too late anyway. She was upon me. I closed my eyes tightly and awaited my dreadful fate. I could hear her breathing like a vicious dog about to lunge at the throat of its victim. Then she inhaled and held her breath for a moment of horrifying silence. Finally, she spoke, “Did you,”another pause so long that I peeked out of the corner of one eye, she saw me look at her and pointed to the bookshelf in the corner, “did you write in those books?”

I shut my eye again and gave the tiniest nod possible and tried to shrink into nonexistence. I heard a long sigh and looked to see her just shaking her head from side to side. Her mouth had become a tiny little line. “This is the worst offense of writing in books that there has ever been in the history of this library.” A chorus of gasps from the other librarians.

I decided that I had to try to defend myself. “But I was just signing the books. We were going to do it Saturday anyway. Look what a head start I’ve made. I’ve already done all the Lemony Snickets and next I was going to move over there and do the Eoin Colfers.

The head librarian picked up a book and looked inside the cover. “You even misspelled ‘Lemony’.” Another round of gasps from the others. I thought if they didn’t stop that, they would pop soon. “Ladies, someone bring me that blue box from the storeroom.” They all scrambled to retrieve it. I bravely looked her in the eye even as I wondered what would become of me. When they were gone she stepped very close to me and said very slowly, “Mrs. Sheets, on Saturday when you come back to the library, you are to only sign copies of your own book. Do you understand?” I nodded mutely, as the children’s librarian came scurrying up with a shoebox, all the more menacing for it’s smallness. Sweat rolled down the middle of my back as I wondered what miniscule horror lay hidden inside. The head librarian snatched it, ripped off the lid and thrust it under my nose. I was shocked, relieved and confused to see it was filled with stickers, touting the fun and joy of reading. I remembered some of them from the summer reading program. “You will take these and carefully cover your vandalous scribblings. I will not be able to detect a trace of them when you are finished.” Then she kind of poked the box into my chest to rouse me into accepting it.

And that’s pretty much it. The prologue to my first, and hopefully not last ever, book signing. It took a bit longer to find the right stickers and position them just so, than it had to sign all those books, but I got it done. And it took a little bit of the wind out of my sails for the weekend, but after it was over I found I was still pretty excited. So, if you get a chance, come by the library Saturday morning and I’ll be glad to sign one of my books for you.

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