to click on, no to happily answer my query, no ten zillion pieces of spam waiting for me each and every morning, no journals and forums to read, no Snood to play… No nothin’. How, if I needed to know the name of that song on Felicity, would I ever have figured it out in 1995? I know I would have, could have, because when I needed to know something I was very resourceful, and I can’t remember a single question that, in the long run, ever went unanswered, but I’m at a loss to know how I would have done it. * * * Another song that breaks my heart every time I hear it is This Woman’s Work, sung by Kate Bush. I can’t hear it without thinking of Jake standing outside the delivery room, tears running down his face. * * * I mean no disrespect to anyone who finds such things helpful, but whenever I read a book and find that there is a helpful “reading group guide” at the end, I find that I roll my eyes so hard I can’t quite see straight for the rest of the day. * * * Big, BIG thanks to reader Lexie, who sent me the Josh Groban cd from my notify list. I’ve been listening to – and enjoying it – all morning long. Thanks, Lexie! Yesterday was a really good mail day for me – aside from the cd I got, I also got Mil Millington‘s Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About, which is only available in the UK right now, so that’s where I ordered it from. In fact, I pre-ordered it months ago, and as soon as I’m done reading A Thousand Acres, I’m going to dive into that. I have to admit, I feel a certain kinship with Margret. What woman doesn’t? Fred and I also got a big box of books (my favorite kind of mail!) from Amazon. We had a little extra money a few weeks ago, and decided to split it on an Amazon order. Fred took random items off my wish list, ordered stuff for himself, and then placed the order. Because we opted for the free shipping option, once the order was placed and filled, Amazon sent the box to a super-secret location so that people could stick it on a shelf and leave it there for six months before actually sending it our way. But I’m not complaining, really I’m not. Because I have, in my hot little hands (well, upstairs on the bookcase, which is practically the same thing) Crime School, by Carol O’Connell, starring my beloved Mallory. So many good books, so little time. * * *