BEDA Day 15: An engineer, a soccer player, and a pyromaniac all walk into a bookstore

I am once again in a hotel room. This time I know exactly where I am, and it is not in a state with three sets of double letters.* I am in a town just outside of Des Moines, Iowa, and my family of five is en route to my next great adventure.

I am going to miss my family a lot, but we are having fun these last few hours together. We went to a Barnes and Noble to get a bit of light reading. 

When we got back to the hotel we divvied up the books we'd gotten from its bag. We all had to laugh at how predictable each of our purchases was.

My dad got a Science Fiction book, which is ALL he reads.
My mom got a knitting magazine. Have I shown you the socks, hats, and sweater in my suitcase? She made them for me.
I got a book about math.
Emily got a teen romance.**
Katie got a book titled "Warrior Women: 3000 years of Courage and Heroism."

Completely typical.

Until the 'morrow, my dear blog readers!


With literateness,
Maggie


*The last ones were Mississippi and Tennessee.

**When we were pointing out each other's choices, I said, "And Emily of course got a teen romance." She told me that it was not, in fact a teen romance. "Oh, well what is it then?" She looked at the book and said after a moment, "Well... it's a teen romance."

BEDA Day 13: The Lost Blog

I forgot to blog yesterday.

Actually, that is a bit of a misstatement. I remembered at about 9:30 that I hadn't written a blog yet, but I chose not to. I was tired because I'd just gotten home from running errands with my mom, and I just wanted to be on skype and go to bed early. I would apologize, but I probably spared you all from a very half-hearted blog about the inane things I bought that day in preparation for university.

About two months ago, I was at Barnes and Noble, presumably to buy books.* While there, I was browsing the section on math (because that is a thing I do), and I saw a book MOSTE WONDERFUL. I was enticed by its description, and drawn in by the short excerpt I read. But I chose not to buy it that day, because it was an expensive hardback and my funds were limited.

As with most books, I figured that I would eventually forget about it and move on. However, two months later, I found myself thinking wistfully back on that day when I did not purchase the book. And then thinking even MORE wistfully on that day when I did not make note of the title or the author. All I remember about the book is that it was in the math section, it had to do with the way that people think, and I WANT IT VERY MUCH, YES I DO.

This evening, in a foolish attempt to find the book, I went with my sisters back to the Barnes and Noble. They abandoned me for the Young Adult section as I meticulously looked at each title in the math section, to no avail.

My plan thwarted, my heart breaking, I decided that I would feel even worse if I left the store with no book in hand. So I again went through the books, this time not searching for my potential literary soul mate, but for another book that could fill the void in my heart.

I settled on one titled "Iconoclast: a neuroscientist reveals how to think differently." To all appearances it is very appealing and engaging, and I will try my best when reading it not to think of my mystery book. After all, it is devastating to one's ego to know that another person in a relationship is comparing you to someone else. Or, as it were, something else. Ahem.


With literariness,
Maggie


*I feel this is a good guess as to my purpose being there, wouldn't you say?