A few weeks ago, I stayed late at work one night – till after 7 – to figure out a problem with the rosters. Blah, blah, boring details – but my new boss gave me a gift card to Barnes & Noble for $20 as a sort of “thank you” for the effort. It was a nice gesture, and even though I am 100% convinced that Borders and Barnes & Noble are evil empires out to destroy the magic of independent bookstores, I fall victim to their seductive ways every time.
Before I went to NY for work, I had a talk with Jacob, who really gets bummed when I have to go. He loves his dad, and being at his dad’s is fun, but I like to think he misses me when I’m gone. Disrupting the routine, all that stuff. And we had just finished reading one of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books, and he was keen to go get another. So I promised him that when I got back, we would go to the bookstore and he could use my gift card.
Last night was the night:
(we also snuck in a piece of cheesecake, and Jacob had his first taste of chai)
I love that I can now take my kid to the bookstore and hang out.
He’ll be coming to the bookstore again on Monday – this time, in Princeton, when I give a reading for the Delaware Valley Poets with my favorite reading partner, Anna. Barnes & Noble Market Fair, 7:30. I bet if you come, Jacob will be happy to share a cheesecake and a Wimpy Kid book with you.
Be there or be square, kid.
too cute!!!!
we’ve just discovered the wimpy kid diaries. they are exercising significant attraction.
That’s great, Rachel, and good luck with the book reading. (I’ll have to check out a Wimpy Kid book sometime soon) 🙂