Bookstore
Today we went to a Borders Books here in Tucson. There were a bunch of books that LOML wanted, and a few that I wanted. I especially wanted Cokie Roberts' new book, Founding Mothers. I also ended up with Catch-22 (blame Crash's list) and Flaubert's Parrot (because of the irony to the title).
We were walking up to counter when we saw an audio books section, which LOML refers to as the people-too-stupid-to-read-books books. Such a charmer. I pointed out that it was too bad he wasn't into them, because he had an iPod and the whole audiobooks thing, with bookmarks, works superbly well on iPods. His response? "When I listen to someone talk for that long, it makes me want to talk back, and I don't have anything to contribute to the conversation." That's my boy!
And I did something that I haven't done in a long time (no, I'm not talking about our trip to the Land of Wallopin this morning), I went to the Literature and Fiction section and saw that if/when I published my novel or any future novel, it would land between Barber, Richard and Barker, Pat. Between The Holy Grail and Double Vision. O Ironical Sweetness!