I found this children's book at Bailey Coy the other day. It's a lovely story, about a boy who collects words, rather than doing the typical boy things, like baseball and fighting and etc. The story has a lot of potential, but doesn't quite end up where one would expect. Still it's worth the read. For budding word-lovers everywhere . . .
PS: Had a very lovely poetry brunch with Susan, sharing poems and eating delicious breakfast skillets at Costa Opas. Her new book Cures Include Travel is due out very soon from White Pine. See more about it here.
And Dean and I had an even lovelier dinner with Ted and Rosanne last night: they were fresh from a trip to Walla Walla, the crowds of Seafair and the noisier-than-hell Blue Angels were gone, the evening was warm and clear, and we sat out back and had cocktails and grilled things, and talked and laughed and carried on, and soon Rosanne had us all (even Dean) singing! Such a delight.
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