It's been forever since I was inside a book store. I like to just go in and look. It was somewhere Josh and I used to go on our date nights. Back before money went to bills and such. Those days are put on hold for now.
By now I think just about everyone has some type of eReader...except for Joshua and me. My mom has wanted to buy us one for years but I always tell her no. I use the library like crazy, and there is no sense to spend money to get a reader. Except now, I'm thinking I want one. I told her last night that if she wants to get me one for perhaps my birthday (which is around the corner) I would like it. Just the cheapest Nook would do. Not color or anything. That one in the center though, with the Real Simple magazine displayed, looks really nice.
You should be able to click directly on the photos to go to the Barnes and Noble page that contains the book info.
"For some years now, the wedding invitations that had once crowded
the mailbox had been replaced by shower invites and pink-or-blue-ribboned baby announcements. I bought onesies
or rattles, wrapped them in yellow paper, and delivered them to
friends. I had done it with a happy wistfulness, believing that someday
my time, my baby, would come. George and I had hoped that I would be
pregnant by the end of his congressional run. Then we hoped it would be
by the time his own father announced his presidential run, then by the
presidential primaries, the convention, the general election. But each
milestone came and went. The calendar advanced, and there was no baby.
The English language lacks the words to mourn an absence. For the loss of a parent, grandparent, spouse, child or friend, we have all manner of words and phrases, some helpful some not. Still we are conditioned to say something, even if it is only “I’m sorry for your loss.” But for an absence, for someone who was never there at all, we are wordless to capture that particular emptiness. For those who deeply want children and are denied them, those missing babies hover like silent ephemeral shadows over their lives. Who can describe the feel of a tiny hand that is never held?"
The English language lacks the words to mourn an absence. For the loss of a parent, grandparent, spouse, child or friend, we have all manner of words and phrases, some helpful some not. Still we are conditioned to say something, even if it is only “I’m sorry for your loss.” But for an absence, for someone who was never there at all, we are wordless to capture that particular emptiness. For those who deeply want children and are denied them, those missing babies hover like silent ephemeral shadows over their lives. Who can describe the feel of a tiny hand that is never held?"
I also love Ellen. I haven't heard anything about this book, but I'm sure it is hilarious.
I WON this book from KJPugs! It was even Pawtographed! Her pugs make a wonderful appearance in the book. They look great. I love it.
I love Mindy on the Office. I have this on my GoodReads list to get from the library.
Joshua likes Demetri Martin's show, so I may get this book for him. I tried to get him a comic book he has been wanting last night but there are six different versions of the same comic at the store. And I'm dumb for not understanding this.
Again, with the biographies. I like Cary Grant though, so I think it would be interesting to read this book his wife wrote...
...and this book his daughter wrote.
I really enjoy classic movies, so I'd be interested to see what is in this book.
The following are all books that I would only assume were heavily edited to remove all of the "ummmmm"s.
Seriously. Are you all buying these books? Why would Snooki or JWoww need a book? They can't read. And Russell Brand, "My Booky Wook". Really?? REALLY?
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