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Last night I went to meet the sister (I say "the sister" instead of "Kirsten" because I'm wearing the shirt that makes me look like a nun today, and please call me Tavie Superior) at the bazaar-thing in Union Square. I got there very early so I could get some books in the old-fashioned kind of bookstore. I told myself I'd only get two but I walked away with Cathedral (Raymond Carver), The Edible Woman (Margaret Atwood), White Teeth (Zadie Smith) and New York Times Sunday Crosswords 27th ed (Will Shortz). All except the crossword were recommended to me by various friends. (Under which section, by the way, would Pamela Dean be classified?)

Then I met Kirsten and I spent more money buying useless but pretty trinkets for various pals.

{deadpan} An exciting eve, so very worthy of being blogged about. {/deadpan}

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:06 AM | shower me with attention