I don’t know about you but when I enter a bookstore, I lose track of minutes and hours. I get sucked into a space in time wherein I jump into the tons and tons of books. I check the covers, I read the summary at the back, I move around from shelf to shelf… And then BOOM! A child tugs on the edge of my plain white cotton shirt and insists we go home. I look down at the child (a boy) and blink and blink. And then blink some more. He’s oblivious to my confusion and so he just says emphatically, with such feeling and impatience, “Mommy, let’s go home.” This is the point wherein bafflement becomes total astonishment. Apparently, I lost track of time and when I heaved myself back to the real world, SURPRISE! I now have a child. Really? I gave birth without knowing about it? Wait, wait. I know this. I have read about this somewhere. This child is genetically engineered. This is NOT my child.
So anyway. Dropping the silliness. I browsed around the bookstore during my lunchtime and found a couple of books to read before I turn 31. I have a year and a few more months to make good that
goal statement. Perfect time range!
Without further ramblings, here are my picks for today’s arbitrary trip to the bookstore: