The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
We are on our way to New York City, Boston, and New Haven, with possibly some unexpected detours to Philedelphia and Rhode Island. I originally had these brilliant plans of writing a whole bunch of reviews and such ahead of time so there would be current postings while I was gone, but . . . oh, really. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Three children under the age of six, remember?
We’ll be back on Nov. 15, and perhaps I’ll be able to stumble to the computer some time after that and give y’all an update of the happenings. Until then, hasta la vista, compadres.
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Whew. It’s been about six months since my last posting on Ye Olde Brookeshelf. That last bit of book chatter was created right about the time that somebody nominated me to be a “Thinking Blog.” (There’s been a rumor going around that I, um, think.) What happened, you say? Well, my pregnancy became very complicated (let’s say it involved the phrase “aortic dissection,” yeesh) and suddenly blogging just didn’t seem like a priority anymore. Plus, my posts had sprawled into these long mini-theses that took forever to write. It took me three hours to write the flippin’ endless post on Brian Selznick, alone.
So I took a break, and it felt great. That is, until just about everyone I knew started moaning and complaining about the death of the blog. It’s wasn’t pretty. Most of them were along the lines of “but I just finally figured out how RSS feed works! You can’t DO this to me!” etc.
But the delivery was beautiful, the baby (my third) is a happy two-month-old, and I can finally begin to eaaaase myself back into blogging. Ease. No more three hour post-a-thons. Brevity is the soul of wit. Or, better yet: brevity is . . . wit.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering:
Yeah, ain’t he a great one, though?
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