A memory and an apology

(apology is perhaps the wrong word - correction?)

I took the kiddos to the library today for storytime. Patrick sits still really well for it - Calla, notsomuch. She'll get it in time, though.

At any rate, they were happy to go because they knew they'd be able to pick out some books - though by the time it was "pick out some books" time, they were fixated on their coloring. So I picked out books for them, including a Babar book. They like Babar.

While they were coloring, I was able to pick something out for myself. I went for one of the books in the Women of Genesis series (I think that's what he's calling the series?) by Orson Scott Card. I had already read Sarah, so this was a pretty sure choice for me.

I bought Sarah in late 2001, after feeling guilty about meeting OSC at a book signing in Pittsburgh airport (on 9/10/01, heh - I'd imagine there aren't too many book signings at airport bookstores anymore, since only ticketed passengers would be able to go, and many of them would be on a pretty tight schedule) admitting to OSC that I had not read any of his books. I picked up two copies of Ender's Game while there; one I had signed to the hubby, and one I had signed to a friend of mine (and I had completely forgotten to use her married name, so it's signed to her maiden name. Oh well - she still loved it, and forgave me). It wasn't until a month or so later that I realized I had been wrong; I *had* read one of his books, I just didn't recall it being his.

It was Lost Boys. That book seriously creeped me out - but I really enjoyed it.

I've just felt terrible ever since that I had not only admitted to an author that I hadn't read any of his work, but then was also WRONG about it! Man.

My apologies to Mr. Card!