Today Sarah and I leave our apartment on inflated rubber tires, northbound on Highway 13. We're driving up to Kansas City, spending the night at her parents' house, and tomorrow we will catch a flight to Anaheim. I already checked in; I have my sister's boarding pass, her boyfriend's, Sarah's, and mine. I can already hear the loudspeaker voice in the airport: Do not leave your bags unattended. The red zones are for loading and unloading.
I bought a book this morning especially for the trip, Blood Kin, which is terrific so far. It scares me a little. Reading it, I've begun to care deeply about certain characters; people who, in the world of the novel, find themselves in dangerous, even life-threatening, situations. I hope the novel isn't tragic. Fighting back tears on a flight to sunny California is less than cathartic; tragic novels are best read alone, in privacy. Or so I believe.
That's all for now. Upcoming events (in the world of this blog) include a comprehensive report on the American Librarian Association Convention; a detailed account of my behind-the-scenes zoo tour, which will take place this afternoon at Dickerson Park; and an interview on Ask the Writer with accomplished author Benjamin Percy.
I bought a book this morning especially for the trip, Blood Kin, which is terrific so far. It scares me a little. Reading it, I've begun to care deeply about certain characters; people who, in the world of the novel, find themselves in dangerous, even life-threatening, situations. I hope the novel isn't tragic. Fighting back tears on a flight to sunny California is less than cathartic; tragic novels are best read alone, in privacy. Or so I believe.
That's all for now. Upcoming events (in the world of this blog) include a comprehensive report on the American Librarian Association Convention; a detailed account of my behind-the-scenes zoo tour, which will take place this afternoon at Dickerson Park; and an interview on Ask the Writer with accomplished author Benjamin Percy.
