|Philadelphia Fantastic reading
||[Aug. 28th, 2004|11:53 am]
In the few rare occasion that I don't actually go home and work on publishing on a Friday evening, I escorted our full-time employee and author, P.D. Cacek, to her reading of "The Wind Caller" for the Philadelphia Fantastic event in downtown Philadelphia. It made for an interesting distraction, if only for a number of strange and bizarre occurrences along, during, and going back. We effectively got lost, on John's instructions, taking a scenic route through the grassy hills and landscapes of Pennsylvania, eventually ending up near New Hope, from where we hopped on Highway 95 and then got further lost on John's last instructions. We meandered our way through the badlands of Philly until we found ourselves on Broad Street and from thence to Walnut. As we'd gotten there early and I had delivered Trish off into the capable hands of Oz (the coordinator), I vanished off to the young adults department and I found much to chew on. I couldn't get everything I wanted, but I did pick up a lovely hardcover edition of "Inkheart" by Cornelia Funke. I'd read "The Thief Lord" a few months ago and found something intriguing on many levels, so I'm inclined to take a chance on a new hardcover of hers. And it was only $19.95 for this thick tome! (over five hundred pages) I'll have to give this and my copy of "The Thief Lord" to give to John's children, as I suspect that they would enjoy it immensely.|
However, I passed up her other hardcover release, "Dragon Rider" as the subject matter was of interest. I've read so much on dragons in recent months and years that I need a pressing requirement to pick up anything to do with dragons these days.
I also picked up Garth Nix's first book in his The Keys to the Kingdom series, "Mister Monday". I've always been interested in this Australian author, for his "Sabriel" "Lirael" and many more, particularly because of the loving care put into the mass-market paperback designs. I'd seen this book maybe six months ago and I didn't pick up then. I don't make the mistake twice. Once I've made sure it's young-children-appropriate, I'll give it to John's children, and then get the rest in the series. I so do love the cover:
I passed up the chance to buy "Tithe" by Holly Black. I'd started to read a few pages into this well-recommended book and I simply could not submerge myself into the story or style. It could be that I didn't mesh well with the paperback design, but they didn't have the trade paperback available, which has a much better stunning design. I will try again later. Beyond that I didn't see much of interest, except for a young adult mystery series set in ancient Japan! I didn't get it this time, but I will . . .
The second strange occurrence of the night (which happens more often then you might think) is that I was standing in the classics department next to the reading and studying the spine titles intently . . . when a customer and a bookstore employee come around the corner, with the customer inquiring the location of a book. I'd seen the spine title just five seconds ago . . . as he approached the classics, I simply yanked out the mass-market paperback edition from off the shelf and inserted it in his hands. The look on his face was priceless -- and then to make this further bizarre, he asked me what the price was on a hardcover he'd gotten. I picked it up, found the price, and informed him. And then I directed him to the first floor of the store, where he could check-out for his purchases. Heh heh heh.
The rest of the night was spent at a hotel restaurant with Tom Purdom, his wife, and many others. I had a very nice chicken penne in a light cream sauce and refrained from having dessert. As it was getting late, we then hustled off to the car and drove off into the night . . . and then I collapsed around one o'clock in the morning. Oh sweet bless'd dreams.