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HONK IF YOU LIKE FREE-ISH BOOKS
Mom got a chain letter in the mail today.
Okay, it wasn't strictly a chain letter. It was a "Paperback Swap" letter, sent to her by her former writing buddy. Long story short, she sends it on to six people, and sends a paperback book to the person on the top of the two-person list. In the end, supposedly, everyone who participates will score something like twenty paperbacks. She wants to do it.
At first, I was irritated, because--dude--chain letter. The last chain letter I can remember was the one we sent to President Clinton back in the second grade. Sending out chain letters is like posting pure evil through the mail to all your friends and family.
I'm sure some of them will be bodice-rippers or old-lady-mysteries or stories about a hard-working immigrant whose children die from measles and whose wife dies from the vapours, after which he goes blind and is forced to live out the rest of his measly existence crying and selling matches on the street corners.
At the same time, though, what if one of those books is The Book? You know? The book that unexpectedly grabs your heart and imagination and makes you believe in fiction again?
So I told her I'd do it. Problem is, now I need to find six people who like books, who won't toss the letter in the mail. Anyone interested?
Also. SOMEONE MUST MAKE ME STOP EATING SHORTBREAD BEFORE I EAT SO MUCH I TURN INTO A SHORTBREAD.
Okay, it wasn't strictly a chain letter. It was a "Paperback Swap" letter, sent to her by her former writing buddy. Long story short, she sends it on to six people, and sends a paperback book to the person on the top of the two-person list. In the end, supposedly, everyone who participates will score something like twenty paperbacks. She wants to do it.
At first, I was irritated, because--dude--chain letter. The last chain letter I can remember was the one we sent to President Clinton back in the second grade. Sending out chain letters is like posting pure evil through the mail to all your friends and family.
I'm sure some of them will be bodice-rippers or old-lady-mysteries or stories about a hard-working immigrant whose children die from measles and whose wife dies from the vapours, after which he goes blind and is forced to live out the rest of his measly existence crying and selling matches on the street corners.
At the same time, though, what if one of those books is The Book? You know? The book that unexpectedly grabs your heart and imagination and makes you believe in fiction again?
So I told her I'd do it. Problem is, now I need to find six people who like books, who won't toss the letter in the mail. Anyone interested?
Also. SOMEONE MUST MAKE ME STOP EATING SHORTBREAD BEFORE I EAT SO MUCH I TURN INTO A SHORTBREAD.
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Guess what I did today? I bought myself MORE SHORTBREAD. GOD. I CAN'T STOP.
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