Hawaii was a whirlwind and amazing. We explored, relaxed, watched sunsets, went zip-lining, drove mud buggies, had a snorkeling adventure, only had one shark encounter, came face-to-face with soulful sea turtles (in my mind, they’re soulful), and yes, I did get a bit of reading done.
(On the plane)
*Crinkling of plastic sleeve on the book I’m opening*
Joe: Is…is that a library book?
Me: I regret nothing.
Once home, I battled jet lag and prepared to turn 27. It was painless, and I got to celebrate with a stack of books from RUBS.
I finally picked up Nick Hornby, and, after devouring High Fidelity, I can see it’ll be a long and wonderful relationship. I anticipate it will be less traumatizing than mine and George’s.
Also, CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS?! BECAUSE IT’S AWESOME:
A couple great posts about Andy and The Martian:
BookCon and BEA just wrapped up: “BookCon and Book Expo of America in New York”
In other news, DC is wet and kind of cold (what the heck), and I’m dreaming about new bookstores to visit.