So I Read A Lot On Vacation
As much as I adore seeing my family members and being home in southern California, my latent sociability is getting harder to suppress. This morning I announced to Dad that I was going to the bookstore to buy some books as I had read everything in their apartment (true—this includes rereads of ENDER’S GAME, MAY THE CIRCLE BE UNBROKEN, HIS DARK MATERIALS, THE DEVIL’S ARITHMETIC, DANDELION WINE, and so much more) and was hopeful that perhaps someone would be stocking Sarah Rees Brennan‘s THE DEMON’S LEXICON a few days early. Dad suggested that we make a family outing of it; that all of us go and drop my grandmother off at church and then go to the bookstore.
Which was the very last thing I wanted.
I am someone who needs to get as far away from people as possible and I treasure my alone time to a near hermit-like existence. But being the dutiful daughter that I am, I agreed to drop off my grandmother and take my brother for a book-shopping trip.
