This year really came through reading-wise. Initially, I didn't know what to expect. And I think I was a little surprised to find myself feeling a strong pull right from the beginning of the year to published books. I tried quite a few new-to-me authors with more abandon than I have in recent years—something I'm proud of and hope to continue. Not all of them worked in just an Angie-like way, but regret never entered the room. I passed them on. To the Little Free Libraries in my neighborhood, to the used bookstore down the street that I love, to my own public library in donations. Someone will love them. It didn't have to be me. And I loved giving them that little push along their way to the homes of the people who would soak up their words and hold them tight. What a gift books are. How much I need them and how grateful I am at the end of this year for the ones that came and continued on their way—but most especially for the ones that came to stay. And so, as has long bee...
HAHAHA! Is it sort of like ImprovEverywhere?
ReplyDeleteThat was hilarious! How did they pull that off?
ReplyDeleteStupendous!
ReplyDeleteI love love love love it!
ReplyDelete(and you win, damit, I smiled--and teared up a little)
I seem to be a tad hormonal, though :wink:
I teared up too! It was just so beautiful. Laughing and crying at the same time. PMS is so fun.
ReplyDeleteOh thank God I'm not the only one who teared up. That was absolutely wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAmy -- running with the whole PMS excuse; that works.
Fabulous! Life seems brighter after watching this!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you all enjoyed it. And no worries about tearing up. I got all glassy-eyed myself. You nailed it, Kip, things seemed brighter after watching it. I loved how it seemed to make all the train station goers happy almost in spite of themselves.
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