One of the biggest disappointments from my first 100 in 1,001 list is how few books I read, considering I was once a voracious reader. Life has certainly gotten in the way, as well as a lack of a commute. (You’d be surprised how many books I’d finished in LIRR delays.)
Yesterday, my friend Tara found the Retreat by Random House Reading Bingo Challenge, which encourages you to fill out lines—or even whole cards—of reading challenges like “A book with 500 or more pages” or “A ‘classic’ YA book” by the end of the year. I’m quite intrigued and joined a Facebook group Tara set up for people who want to participate. I’d like to fill out at least one card this year—that’s 25 books—with one book only filling one square. Then maybe I won’t feel so ashamed when Heather from I Haz A Choo Choo Train Problem announces how many books she’s finished by the end of the year. (Which was 85 in 2013, by the way. Eighty. Five.)
No matter where I am, I’m constantly asked the same question: “Do you work here?”
It doesn’t matter if I’m in Target sans the red shirt and khaki pants, Sephora with a bare face, or Penn Station without an MTA patch.
What is it about me that encourages folks to seek out my help? I point out things or impart wisdom when I can – I’ve even been told that I’m more helpful than the employees that work in a certain store. If I could collect a paycheck from each place where this happened, I’d die a rich woman.
The latest was in 601 Lexington’s Barnes and Noble this afternoon. I was there picking up Just Enough Chinese for my upcoming trip to Taiwan. I’m leaving in two weeks from today – yikes! Also picked up the game Killer Bunnies, which was 50% off. I need to stop buying board and card games, as I’m running out of shelf space.
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