I think it maybe a sign. A symbol of my faltering love. My ipod erased, damaged, no, killed my Writer's Block podcast of Daniel Handler's Adverbs. The podcast I have listened to everyday for the last 90 days. The podcast that I might have listened to twice a day during Report Card Crunch. Ok, maybe three times. But the soothing voice of my literary crooner made senseless bubbling all the better.
Maybe it is for the best. The podcast was a crutch, a mask I used to prove my love for my new boyfriend. I have yet to actually read Adverbs – combination of too many library fines and a disdain of hardback books. I glanced over the Snicket books, only to re-read The Blue Sword instead. You could say my love was more of a flirtation. That I loved passionately for the 40 minute podcast, and then forgetfully for the rest of the day.
However, I still have The Basic Eight on my bed stand.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Skeptically
Daniel Handler is my new literary boyfriend. It came as a surprise to me too. I will not deny, he is not my usual literary lover of the now: too dark, too foreboding, too not the garden party and floral dresses that is my literary life. Plus, I was never a fan of Lemony Snicket.
Then, with one night, one wheel, and one chapter, I was a changed girl.
It began, as all great romances do, at a book store. My defenses slowly crumbled when he skimmed over his crowded surroundings. His fingers danced between clenching and fiddling as he seemed to build an exit strategy. I love a nervous author as much as I love a good exit strategy. An author who truly wants others to enjoy his words. He just wants to share! Give him a chance! My inner nice self whined. My inner mean self decided that I would wait 10 minutes before embarking on my own exit strategy - the children's books display.
I never checked my watch. So nice! So personable! So witty! He was the poster child of all that I want from my authors. So down to earth! So just one of the gang! I was in the middle of my love affair before I knew that it had begun. Maybe it was the wheel of choice that bewitched me? Maybe it was his clever use of repetition that hypnotized me? Maybe it was my need for a new good book that got me. I was in love. I was in love with a man and his book.
Then, with one night, one wheel, and one chapter, I was a changed girl.
It began, as all great romances do, at a book store. My defenses slowly crumbled when he skimmed over his crowded surroundings. His fingers danced between clenching and fiddling as he seemed to build an exit strategy. I love a nervous author as much as I love a good exit strategy. An author who truly wants others to enjoy his words. He just wants to share! Give him a chance! My inner nice self whined. My inner mean self decided that I would wait 10 minutes before embarking on my own exit strategy - the children's books display.
I never checked my watch. So nice! So personable! So witty! He was the poster child of all that I want from my authors. So down to earth! So just one of the gang! I was in the middle of my love affair before I knew that it had begun. Maybe it was the wheel of choice that bewitched me? Maybe it was his clever use of repetition that hypnotized me? Maybe it was my need for a new good book that got me. I was in love. I was in love with a man and his book.
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