this is a follow-up to the previous entry, regarding Dudleytown (said previous entry has a nifty link, explaining this mysterious and decidedly creepy place).
So. After all that "I grew up thinking it was a small local legend," blah blah blah... At work today, I glanced at a copy of Weird US. Just because, you know, Dudleytown might be in there.
IT WAS THE FIRST FRELLING STORY!!!!!
Out of touch much, Kel?
I work at a bookstore.
I work at - brace yourselves - a chain bookstore.
Yes, it is big and well stocked and we have a used book department which is joyful and good. I have certain regular customers that I know by name or on sight. It still isn't the same as an independant store (which, by the bye, I still shop at! Long live Baileywick Books and Books of Wonder!). We have some pretty cool booksellers. Our store manager is a self-professed Book Geek. All in all, could be worse.
Today, I was wheeling a cart of audio books (among other things, a full dozen copies of 'Jonathan Starnge & Mr. Norrell on CD - UNABRIDGED, which means HUGE. Why, I ask you?) past the teen fiction section. I noticed a woman browsing and, since I'm a nosy sort, I asked if she needed any help. "Actually, yes," she replied. Apparently, the entire family loves reading. Big YAY! right there. She was looking for books for her four kids: daughter, aged 16, and sons aged 14, 12 and 11. Daughter has been reading PD, sons all liked HP, one loves LOTR... you get the idea.
Well, I didn't realize until later how fast I was talking. Honestly, I must've sounded like I'd just downed a few espressos. I just got so excited... For the daughter, I gave her 'Teen Idol.' Apparently she loves reading stories set in schools, so that was perfect. I also sold her the first 1-800-WHERE-ARE-YOU, and gave her a printout of the Mediator titles (as they're being reprinted with new covers and Meg Cabot as the author (rather than Jenny Carroll) come the end of December).
Youngest son: 'The Dark is Rising.' I told her the gist of the story, and confessed that I reread it at least every other year (and that I got at least one person hooked on it this summer!). And, if he likes it, he has four more books to enjoy.
Middle son: 'Airborn' by Kenneth Oppel. Just a heads up, if you haven't read it, you really should. It's an alternate earth story, one in which trans-oceanic voyages are made in zeppelins. It's the story of a cabin boy on a luxury zeppelin, the daughter of a famous explorer, and what lies in the unexplored regions of the sky. Fantastic. In every sense of the word.
Older son (and LOTR addict): the Fionavar Tapestry by Guy Gavriel Kay. What more can I say?
The customer was delighted, and didn't seem alarmed by my babbling. She asked my name; when I told her, I assured her she could always seek me out for more recommendations.
She bought EVERY SINGLE THING I suggested. I got to sell books I love to a mom who is taking them to kids who love to read.
This is when my job is really, really good.
Y'know, I like Neil Patrick Harris. I think he's a talented young guy. Just listening to him in the revival of 'Assassins' makes me melty.
A little aside: I'm rather fond of Celebrity Poker. Can't help it. If it is a good table (good mix of personalities), it can be a delight. Two weeks ago, Neil Patrick Harris was at the table. Good player, and so damned gracious and - well - adorable. Tonight was the championship; he was at that table as well. As I watched, I heard myself giggling. Girlishly. Honestly! But, in my defense, he was smart and funny and charming, so there.
The other girly bit... I watched an episode of SG-1 on the Sci-Fi channel as I was making dinner SOLELY to gawk at Michael Shanks. 'Cause one of my NaNo characters is Daniel Jackson-ish, mind. Still... smart, handsome and funny is a winning combination.