He wised up and parked outside last night so I could just run in and grab a copy of The Mockingbird by Daisy Whitney. I've been dying to read it both for the story topic and the references to one of my all time favorite books To Kill a Mockingbird.
I went to the shelf and couldn't find it. I flagged down a worker who also looked at the shelf (uhm, I worked in a library in high school and practically lived in bookstores...I think I can tell if it's not there!). Of course, he couldn't find it either.
I was super bummed until he remembered that it was in a display for new books. I grabbed it and thanked him a bit enthusiastically (hey, good reading is good reading...I get excited when I have my hands on a great book).
He looked at me and goes, "This must be a last minute gift."
I shook my head no and was a bit confused.
"Oh, you're just so excited to have found it. I figured you needed it for someone."
"Nope, it's for me," I said.
"Really? You read young adult?"
Oh man, seriously? Do I read it? Uhm...yes! And write it, thank you very much.
He obviously doesn't know the wonderfulness that is young adult. What a sad sad life to go through oblivious to something so glorious!