![]() ![]() ![]() My car was trashed, the AC broken and the CD player finicky, prone to skips. A grueling schedule, wherein most of my breaks were taken in my commute times. We called October Crytober, because that’s when- invariably- you’d lose it and cry on the steps of a school, or in your car, or outside a store. August through December, there’d be days when I'd get up at 5:30am to get to a school in Menlo Park or San Rafael or wherever, and then get home after an event at 9 or 10pm. But in 2011 I was getting my ass kicked by a new events/marketing/bookfairs job in the corporate office for Books Inc., a promotion I had basically begged for. When I say bookseller, I think people typically picture a basic retail job in a single location. Mostly we read the Boy books, The Way Back Home being a particular favorite since it features an airplane but we’ve read them all countless times, all favorites from my time as a bookseller. He recognizes his drawings, and he’s more willing, more game for whatever’s to come. We've been reading lots of Oliver Jeffers books since Noah was born, and he's easily one of Noah's favorite authors, though he's still unclear on the concept of authorship. ![]()
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