I just saw the cutest couple ever. They had to be in their nineties. The older man was standing on the balcony looking confused so I asked if he needed help. He told me that he was looking for his wife. I saw a woman standing directly below him, on the main floor, so I described her to him. He told me her name was Margaret.

I went downstairs and saw this woman looking around. I asked her if she was Margaret and she just smiled at me. I told her that her husband was upstairs waiting for her and that she was welcome to take the elevator or stairs up to him.

I left her and went to get the books for my section. I pushed my cart of books into the elevator and walked up the stairs to meet them once they hit my floor. When I reached the top of the stairs, I saw the man and his wife walking down to our meeting rooms, holding hands. They went slowly, and crookedly, and it was the most beautiful thing that I've seen in awhile so I just stood and watched them, trying not to cry.

Reading with the Bandwagon

I'm blaming my lack of posting on a lack of digital camera. I seem to have misplaced it in one of my trips to Fargo, so until I locate that overnight bag, my adventures in crafting will be documented in words.

In other news, I just picked up a few books from the library. They've all been recommended by one person or another. The first is "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins.



I know very little about this book. I know people loved it, that it was on the New York Times best seller list (I think), and that it's a part of a series. That's it.

My second book is "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" by Steig Larsson.




Yes, I realize that both of these book are super popular, and I'm a little late to jump on the bandwagon, but I want to see if I'm missing out on anything profound. What makes a bunch of people decide to love a book, to buy that book? I'm hoping to figure it out and maybe discover a few new writing styles along the way. I read the intro and part of the first chapter of this one on Jake's kindle and I was less than intrigued. Let's hope I get sucked in soon.

The last book I checked out was "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac.

This book mysteriously "disappeared" from the library over a year ago when my friend and neighbor, Kayla, fell in love with it. It's time to see if the beat generation has any insight on my quarter-life crisis.

So that's all that's new. Three books and a wedding this weekend. Maybe I'll find my camera by then and be able to do a What I Wore piece...and maybe I'll be holding my library books.