Writing Wrongs

May 03, 2007

Booking Through Thursday
No, not THAT kind of R.I.P.
Reading. In. Public.
Do you do it? Why or why not?

Shh. Here I go, book secreted beneath my jacket. I duck into an alley and pull out the tome, speed-reading a few pages. I keep a book stashed behind the toilet tank so no one finds out about my reading addiction.

Of course I read in public. Although I do know of voracious readers who dont, or rather, believe only some places are acceptable for reading in public. For instance, if one were to dine alone in a restaurant, one should not pull out a novel to read while waiting for ones order. This makes one a loser. One should head for the tattoo parlor next door and get the big L inked on ones forehead.

My own tattoo has been a longtime coming, Im sure. Sometimes Ill people watch or write, but I have no qualms about dining alone or reading in restaurants. But thats me.

Speaking of reading, Andrew is quite caught up in a book full of creepy tales. Something to do with lawn weenies. Like the haunted pants, thats really all the information I have. Anyway, it prompted a discussion on evil yesterday:

Andrew said, I know people can do evil, but what does it look like?

Do you mean the face of evil?

Yeah. That. He fell silent. After a moment, he said, in a stage whisper. I know what evil looks like. It looks like Care Bears.

There. You have it. Care Bears. The face of evil. Its either that or people who read when dining alone in restaurants.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 9:47 a.m.

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