I love spending time in bookstores. A couple of days ago we were at BAM, and I looked in the fiction/lit section under G until I found Memoirs, then sat and read two chapters (which happened to be 14 and 15, since it is the same book I’m reading at home). The hubby was flipping through Sport Compact Car or something of the sort, and we just sat next to each other in the big pleathery chairs and read. The only downside was the ridiculously low temperature in the store, which my wonderful husband remedied with a hot white mocha. God bless coffee shops in bookstores. Side note: our Target will soon have a Starbucks in it. They are going to rule the world.
So I love to go there. Books-A-Million is better than Borders, simply because the atmosphere in BAM is a bit more “hey, come sit awhile.” The selection is about the same, so I shoot for comfort. BAM is where I discovered Mental_Floss, which is the best magazine ever. Read it. You’ll see.
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Week one of work is over. It wasn’t too bad. I think the first day was actually worse than the whole first week. Kids sometimes don’t do well in unstructured environments. Lesson learned. I’m reading this great book right now that a co-worker lent me called When Kids Can’t Read. It has all kinds of strategies for struggling readers, some of which sound really interesting and worth trying. I can’t believe I haven’t heard of them before, considering that, in theory, I am a trained educator who specializes in reading/language. Go figure.
I would like to buy some Chanel No. 5. Not because I’m particular to the scent. I’m not even entirely sure of what it smells like, actually. I just want to have some. Materialism.
