my world in children's books

It just dawned on me today that The End (A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book 13), is being released on Friday the 13th. How appropriate. Part of me wants to get the first twelve books and read them before then.

I don't know how we missed this series. We did see the movie, and loved it. But really, it is hard not to love Meryl Strep. Right now it seems somehow appropriate. I keep retracing our steps thinking that maybe I missed something. If only we had done/not done something, maybe we wouldn't be here now. This certainly is where I expected us to be, three months out of b-school.

I also think about Eloise. Her life seemed so glamerous living in a hotel. I try to see it, but it is hard. We changed locales from the cave room. Same chain, different location. The bed is smaller, as is the room. The couch is now a chair and ottaman. The kitchen is lacking pots and pans, but the dishes seemed cleaner.

There is no courtyard with a fountain protecting us from the view of the freeway. Still, somehow it is nicer. The stairwell is locked, which makes it feel safer. There were notes from the management about things to do in the area. The Guest Service book doesn't have much information, but at least it doesn't have notes written inside about doing crack.

Then again, maybe we are more like Peter Pan, finding it difficult to grow up. B's Mom apparently wanted to know when we planned on settling down, getting married and having children. I know - *gasp* - hard to believe those thoughts actually cross her mind. But perhaps even parents do have their limits. And of course, central to the story, as in all fairy tales, is the loss of a mother.

on the nightstand :: Motherless Mothers