If I was to do another “What I’m reading this week” kind of post, this is what I’d put up:
Let’s see, what have we there? A children’s classic; an adult’s classic, two Frank (Mr. Postsecret) Warren’s, a recent Australian classic and a book about France.
This is what they all look like, though, before I stack them all nice and neat:
Don’t I trip on these as I get out of bed, you ask? The answer is yes, sometimes. Especially if I’m summoned to my son’s bedside at 4am, at which time he tries to convince me that it’s “Awake Time”. No way, buddy. Not in this or any other reality.
Yes, that’s my manscript being demurely covered by an issue of The New Yorker. Keener eyes might see there’s scribble marks on it. More on that later.
