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May. 27th, 2006 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eruthrosIt's starting to be the kind of weather that makes me think longingly of air conditioning. And want to eat nothing but cold pasta salad and ice cream. (Not together.) We recently received a birthday package from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sineala and lysimache, and in it we found Herrells chocolate-almond sauce. I could eat this stuff forever; we're going to have to get more vanilla ice cream.
Dear Philadelphia: upper seventies at the most, okay? or at least a strong breeze? no love,eruthros
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This morning, while the rice pudding was baking, we finally hauled all the bags of books up from the car and sorted them out. This is always the astonishing part of the BookExpo process, as you attempt to remember when (or why) you picked up some of the books you find in the bag. Or the tschotchkes - why do we have two t-shirts that say "in space, no one can hear you read?" and what are they advertising?
In any case, expect a post on the subject of "um, somehow we seem to have picked up three copies of the Dave Barry book" and "we got this signed to you but we don't remember your address" soon.
I have to highlight one particular inscribed book here, though, even though we don't have extra copies of it. It's Broken Trail, which I've been calling "the ni hao book." Yes, that's right: I smiled politely at Alan Geoffrion and asked him if he would sign a copy to my friendjoie_de_livre, a librarian in the Bay Area. I did not mention that I wanted a copy for her because she had come up with the best summary imaginable for his book. I thought it might be rude, given... well:
The publicist's summary: A hardened old rancher crosses paths with five Chinese women being forced into prostitution.
joie_de_livre's take: "Ni hao, ni hao, ni hao, ni hao, ni hao, ni howdy!"
So,joie_de_livre, expect the ni hao book any day now!
sineala and lysimache, and in it we found Herrells chocolate-almond sauce. I could eat this stuff forever; we're going to have to get more vanilla ice cream. Dear Philadelphia: upper seventies at the most, okay? or at least a strong breeze? no love,
eruthros*
This morning, while the rice pudding was baking, we finally hauled all the bags of books up from the car and sorted them out. This is always the astonishing part of the BookExpo process, as you attempt to remember when (or why) you picked up some of the books you find in the bag. Or the tschotchkes - why do we have two t-shirts that say "in space, no one can hear you read?" and what are they advertising?
In any case, expect a post on the subject of "um, somehow we seem to have picked up three copies of the Dave Barry book" and "we got this signed to you but we don't remember your address" soon.
I have to highlight one particular inscribed book here, though, even though we don't have extra copies of it. It's Broken Trail, which I've been calling "the ni hao book." Yes, that's right: I smiled politely at Alan Geoffrion and asked him if he would sign a copy to my friend
joie_de_livre, a librarian in the Bay Area. I did not mention that I wanted a copy for her because she had come up with the best summary imaginable for his book. I thought it might be rude, given... well:The publicist's summary: A hardened old rancher crosses paths with five Chinese women being forced into prostitution.
joie_de_livre's take: "Ni hao, ni hao, ni hao, ni hao, ni hao, ni howdy!"So,
joie_de_livre, expect the ni hao book any day now!
