And Also Sharks
by Jessica Westhead | Literature & Fiction | This book has not been rated.
ISBN: 1770860037 Global Overview for this book
ISBN: 1770860037 Global Overview for this book
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Birthday gift. Thanks DJO!
Found in my mailbox on April 24 - a birthday surprise from DJO!
May 1, 2012
Okay, so I'm 3/4 of the way through this book of stories and have come to the conclusion that I am a horrible person. I've been snickering, sometimes even laughing out loud, all the way through. It's not that these people are so funny. In fact the poor souls are quite miserable. So why am I laughing? I DON'T KNOW! Hence, my conclusion that I'm just a jerk.
I kind of knew that about myself. Take for instance the time I took my kids shopping at the Bay and we ended up having lunch at the Paddlewheel cafeteria in there. We're sitting there enjoying our lunch, the kids being perfect angels. They always were. One temper tantrum in Woolco having resulted in abruptly returning to the car and home without any fun purchases worked wonders. But anyway, there we were, when in walks a young mom with one kid, a baby, riding her hip, and two older kids trailing behind. The mom's other hand, the one not holding the baby, is balancing a tray loaded with all their food and drinks. Except that the boy has apparently been trusted with(or he insisted on) carrying his own hot dog. The hot dog is not on a plate, the boy has it clutched in his hands. Mom has this harried look like she's about had it. But she perseveres onward, passing the tray over people's heads, repeatedly glancing backwards to make sure her kids are following and, through clenched jaw, directing them, "This way." "Watch where you're going." "Over here." I feel sort of sorry for her but also a bit admiring. She's doing her best. When all of a sudden I see the boy's weiner shoot out of the bun and fall on the floor and, of course, the boy immediately starts to cry. He just stops there and cries. His sister looks down at the weiner but doesn't stop, doesn't say anything, just keeps following her mom who by now is several tables away but still hasn't found a spot to sit. Next time mom looks back, you see she's a little panicked because she doesn't immediately see the boy. Then she sees him. You can see her assess the situation, probably wondering what the heck her kid is doing way back there, but still harried, you know, wanting him to hurry up. Then you can tell she sees what the problem is because she just lets out this big resigned, "Oh...God..." And I just couldn't help it, I laughed. Not right out loud. I tried to hold it in but I couldn't. It just snuck out my nostrils in shoulder shaking snorts and snickers. Mean right? What's worse is it still makes me laugh today, every time I think about it. This book makes me think about it.
May 1, 2012
Okay, so I'm 3/4 of the way through this book of stories and have come to the conclusion that I am a horrible person. I've been snickering, sometimes even laughing out loud, all the way through. It's not that these people are so funny. In fact the poor souls are quite miserable. So why am I laughing? I DON'T KNOW! Hence, my conclusion that I'm just a jerk.
I kind of knew that about myself. Take for instance the time I took my kids shopping at the Bay and we ended up having lunch at the Paddlewheel cafeteria in there. We're sitting there enjoying our lunch, the kids being perfect angels. They always were. One temper tantrum in Woolco having resulted in abruptly returning to the car and home without any fun purchases worked wonders. But anyway, there we were, when in walks a young mom with one kid, a baby, riding her hip, and two older kids trailing behind. The mom's other hand, the one not holding the baby, is balancing a tray loaded with all their food and drinks. Except that the boy has apparently been trusted with(or he insisted on) carrying his own hot dog. The hot dog is not on a plate, the boy has it clutched in his hands. Mom has this harried look like she's about had it. But she perseveres onward, passing the tray over people's heads, repeatedly glancing backwards to make sure her kids are following and, through clenched jaw, directing them, "This way." "Watch where you're going." "Over here." I feel sort of sorry for her but also a bit admiring. She's doing her best. When all of a sudden I see the boy's weiner shoot out of the bun and fall on the floor and, of course, the boy immediately starts to cry. He just stops there and cries. His sister looks down at the weiner but doesn't stop, doesn't say anything, just keeps following her mom who by now is several tables away but still hasn't found a spot to sit. Next time mom looks back, you see she's a little panicked because she doesn't immediately see the boy. Then she sees him. You can see her assess the situation, probably wondering what the heck her kid is doing way back there, but still harried, you know, wanting him to hurry up. Then you can tell she sees what the problem is because she just lets out this big resigned, "Oh...God..." And I just couldn't help it, I laughed. Not right out loud. I tried to hold it in but I couldn't. It just snuck out my nostrils in shoulder shaking snorts and snickers. Mean right? What's worse is it still makes me laugh today, every time I think about it. This book makes me think about it.
Journal Entry 3 by Pooker3 at Assiniboine Park Zoo in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada on Monday, July 6, 2015
Released 8 yrs ago (7/6/2015 UTC) at Assiniboine Park Zoo in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada
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At the East entrance with the Mother Polar Bear and Cubs. I have released this, one of my all time favourite, story books as part of the Canada Day Release Challenge in celebration of Canadian books and authors. Enjoy!
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To the finder of this book:
I hope you enjoy your new read.
Welcome, also, to the wonderful and wacky world of BookCrossing! Here you'll find a unique and worldwide community of book lovers sharing their books. This book is now yours! Read it, enjoy it. Keep it or pass it on to someone you know, return it to any Little Free Library or even release it into the wild. It is all up to you.
If you make a journal entry (you can do it anonymously or as a BookCrossing member) all previous readers of this book will be notified by e-mail and can follow this book on its travels. BookCrossing is free to join, completely confidential (you are known only by your screen name and no one is ever given your email address) and it's a whole lot of fun!
