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Occupational Hazards: Sins of the Mother
October 15, 2007
Although Mr. Bethanne does not read at the same (freakish) rate that I do, his nightstand stack is as precarious as my own -- it's just not replenished as regularly.
Of course, much to Mr. Bethanne's dismay, regular replenishment doesn't always mean ripping open the latest mailing envelopes for galleys. Sometimes I cannot hold out any longer. I
have to go to the bookstore. There, I said it. My name is Bethanne, and I'm a biblioholic...
On Saturday, I took one of our mavens-in-training to the local mall. She had two friends in tow, who looked slightly confused but agreeable when I told them we were leaving Forever 21 and hitting the bookstore.
"Can I get some books?" said my daughter. I gave her that noncommittal shrug/nod/squint known to all mothers everywhere as the sign for "We'll see."
We headed towards the shelves and agreed to meet up 20 minutes later. After we checked out, we met the friends, who were over at the magazine rack, taking a CosmoGirl quiz. They looked at our sagging bags full of books and gasped (yes, it's true -- oh, the shame!).
My daughter smiled, shrugged, and said "What can I tell you? We're a reading people."
I must have done something right.
Posted by Bethanne Patrick on October 15, 2007 | Comments (3)
