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Coming Soon, I Swear

I'm back from BEA, or the event that shall hereafter be known as The Most Unbelievably Awesome Gathering of Bookish People Ever. Or, TMUAGOBPE, for the acronym inclined. And my report is coming soon, I swear. But while I'm hugging DH and kiddoes and working and trying to wrap my brain around the fact that it's over *sob*, I leave you with two very dissimilar but noteworthy items. Enjoy.

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  1. Oooo, Robin McKinley - love!

    Looking forward to the BEA post! I like reading them and reliving, hehe.

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  2. Janicu, yes! Those are 800 good first words...

    Wish we could have spent more time chatting at BEA. It's all a bit overwhelming, isn't it?

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  3. :sigh: I wanted to go! :cries:





    :sniff:





    Good to have you back, Angie

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  4. holy crap - the werewolf looks awesome!! =) I'm excited.

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  5. I was too young to go to BEA..

    *sob*

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  6. ALady, I bet. I was just lucky everything fell into place so I could go. Fingers crossed that it happens again next year and you get to come too!

    Cam, I thought so too! I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy Jake in this one...

    Emily, I'm so sorry. Your time will come!

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  7. I want to be with TMUAGOBPE. I'm however terribly unqualified...

    Jacob looks yummy. If people weren't fans of him before, they probably will be now.

    I think Charlie's Coffeehouse would be one of my cozy places too. I'll have to think of more.

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  8. Liza, I agree. Many a new Jacob fan will be made. And McKinley just nailed it with Charlie's. It just came alive and felt like the kind of place all those crazy, lovable people would want to be. So naturally we want to be there too.

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  9. just watched the trailer and I got chills

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