Most of you know that I am a college graduate. I am very proud of this. However, there are moments during which I reluctantly realize that I am not nearly as intelligent as I could be.
I had one of those experiences tonight.
Julia and I were visiting Joe and Sandy, Julia's parents, and we got to speak to Julia's youngest brother, Chris, on the phone. Chris is in Switzerland on his mission, so he only gets to communicate by phone a couple of times a year and, needless to say, this was a big event.
Although I love Chris dearly, I thought it would be better to allow the blood family members to have the majority of the phone time, so I had a bunch of free time to explore Joe and Sandy's library of books. For every minute that passed, I realized more and more that I am not smart enough to alphabetize those shelves, much less read all that stuff voluntarily (I should also explain that this is only the most recent of these experiences - my mom's rather impressive book collection frequently makes me question my right to exist)...
...but then I think about the quality storytelling and gripping plot structures contained within my favorite books, from the Choose-Your-Own-Adventures to the Bloom County collections to my 67 Star Wars Expanded Universe novels...and, after a good long cry, I no longer feel ashamed.
Well, maybe I still feel a little ashamed, but I can usually blame that on the public school system, too much flouride in the drinking water, and all the preservatives in my afternoon snacks.
Whatev. Choose-Your-Own-Adventures still freakin' ROCK!
S
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