My parents were in the midst of buying new furniture for the place and while we were there there were we had to listen to all sorts of heated debates between them about how the new furniture should be arranged when it arrived.
When my dad reached into the bottom of his stocking for one last item and then pulled out this teeny tiny copy of FENG SHUI FOR DUMMIES, I nearly lost my mind laughing. Santa is king of the subtle slaying (sleighing?). Hahaha.
Roald Dahl is mostly known for his amazing children's books - but his short short stories for grown ups are even more shocking and nasty. If you haven't read them, this book is a great place to start and it's soooo good: The Best of Roald Dahl
Which is apparently really hard to locate on the stateline of a highway on Saturday afternoon during Labor Day weekend. Doh. Meredith and I chilled out and read while Hatti worked the phones.
So I went back out to do some book shopping so that I'd have something to read on my long flight back the next day! I picked out this Baldacci thriller because it had an apropos name...
6:48am. Excited about the trip! I bought this book 4 days prior (which was also the same day I impulse decided to go to Egypt). My plan was to fly into Cairo and find a hotel for the night...then figure out the rest while I was there. (Also known as not really having much of a plan).
On Tuesday I purchased my plane ticket to Egypt! I'd have just enough for a two-week trip (all by myself...awwww) before starting my new job at Yodle in the beginning of April! Later that afternoon, I went to the bookstore to pick up a book about Egypt so I could begin making a list of places to visit and things to see!
On Monday Sarah and I got together to celebrate the fact that she'd just received the first galley copy of her second book, Pocket Karaoke. Congrats, Sar! I'm so proud of you!
And how about these birthday gems from good old brother Lawrence: The Complete Idiot's Guide to Understanding Judaism and Why Marry Jewish?. Subtle, Lawrence. Very subtle.
Even a couple days later I was still recovering from my couch. Most of my days were spent in bed reading and intermittently getting awesomely high as fuck on prescription cough medicine! Woooooo!
Eight hours into the train ride and we still had about 90 minutes to go. So I started another book. (Fuck yeah, trade fiction! Nelson DeMille in the house!)
A little before 7pm, we decided to head back to our guest house and relax for a bit. Here's me trying to figure out where the heck we are on the map and how to get back to our room!
...and Meredith was reading Qui M'a Tuee which translated means WHO KILLED ME?. (When you say the name of this book in English, you have to say it in a ghoul-voice with a French-accent! Oh, and it also should be said at a volume that's loud enough to cause any other diners that might be sitting near your table in the restaurant to whip their heads around in surprise.)
...and some reading. I was working on Bangkok 8 by John Burdett (pretty much required reading for those that have been to Thailand, are in Thailand, or plan on going to Thailand...
...and started and finished another. This book made me laugh out loud almost as much as it made me want to be a better human. Totally worth a read (as long as you're not easily inclined to hate men). The Average American Male: A Novel
After four hours of walking around, we'd only managed to see a little more than half the exhibits, but we were getting hungry and were starting to feel "museum-ed out." So I busted out my guidebook to see what vegetarian restaurants were nearby.
We also go to the library and see his insanely huge collection of rare books...some of which were bound in human skin! (I thought that was just some crazy Nazi shit, but apparently this was pretty common back when books were first starting out!)
Mexi Brunch + Margaritas = Sleepytime! (aka - The Best Photo of All Time). This is one of the photos that the longer you look at it, the funnier it gets.
Champagne makes me both sleepy AND cranky. Fast forward to this awesome photo Meredith took of me trying to read-away my wine hangover. (I highly recommend the book I'm reading: The Paradox of Choice by Barry Schwarz
Enter Nina! Always one to make her Teutonic ancestors proud, Nina is always up to do stuff that would make most (read: normal) people squeamish. (Like, if you had to do home surgery on your cat or something, Nina's the girl you'd call). Anyway, Meredith told Nina about her cyst (which you can see in this photo if you look to the left of Nina's thumb) and before Meredith had even finished describing the procedure, Nina had a hardcover book out of her beach bag and was like "Let's do this."
Amanda shows off The Blind Watchmaker (which HAD to be gift from the Fatty - he's been all about Richard Dawkins since before he became a household name).
Now that my dad is retired and my mom is still working, she said it's only fair that HE should start cooking dinner a few times a week. She's been saying this for years and I think it's yet to happen. So for Christmas she got him a few of Rachael Ray's books to help him along.
Later that night, Meredith came over with good news and bad news. The good news was she was finally ready to get back together. The bad news was that she wanted me to read the book Men Are Mars, Women Are from Venus. (Which, and I never thought in a million years that I'd actually say this, I learned a lot from and actually totally changed our relationship for the better!)
After brunch, Niki found my one of my "secret" books (check out the book's title and Niki's school-teacher expression and try to not laugh) and read excerpts of it out loud to Karen and Kim...
Monday night a bunch of us went over to Sarah's to celebrate something (finishing her book?) and to have some beers and get warmed up for some pirate-themed party she and Karen were DJing at the Delancey.
....SHAZAM! San Francisco Brian is here! "Seriously, you should wear that on the plane out there. People will totally think you're a native that was just visiting NYC. You look great. You're totally going to fit in out there!"
Speaking of art, in the museum's gift shop I was looking at a photography book and there was this photographer that took quotes about photography, wrote them down on notecards and then photographed them. Then I came along and photographed them.
A few days prior, I was in the Barnes & Noble on Astor Place and I found their book prominently displayed! After watching the whole project from the sidelines for well-over a year, it was crazy to see the book in an actual store!
...Vin pulled out the big guns and tried reading him poetry he had written back from when he was sad from his last breakup. With Grant still utterly inconsoleable, we figured rollerskates might be our only option.
In my family, we buy ourselves what we want for Christmas, and we open whatever we bought well before Christmas arrives...so on Xmas eve, we only have a few, smaller gifts to open. Here's Brett holding his bounty of two books.
This picture is great. Josh demonstrates the proper way to hold a "Book of Poems" so that girls can easily see that you are not only literate, but sensitive too.