Why so many title pages? This book has THREE.
They’re all in a row, one after the other, and that’s not even counting the page before the FIRST title page that basically works like the back of the dust jacket, with the title and author AGAIN (and a short bio). I don’t understand. Why so many? Does Random House think I’m going to forget what book I just picked up? Every one and a half seconds?
I don’t get it. But I do think Random House is a cool name for a company. Maybe I’ll call my bookstore Random Books. Or Random Reads. Random Readers. Random Shop. Maybe just Random. Maybe not.
Wanna see the worst haircut I’ve ever gotten? I hated it. It was the summer after my freshman year in college. I was going for a pixie cut, something really short, something I’d never done before (and have never tried since), but that Mom and Mindy do really well. If they can do it, I can, right? Maybe I wasn’t clear enough with the stylist. She gave me something that looked kinda like Julia Roberts as Tinkerbell in Hook. With a mullet.
It was awful. I got home, cried, and went somewhere else the next day to try to get it fixed. Which wasn’t really possible. So I hated my hair that whole summer. I recently came across a picture of me from later that summer, and while I still don’t think it’s a good haircut, I don’t think it was quite as bad as it seemed at the time.
It’s not something I’d do again, though.
And to bribe you into saying nice things about this old picture of me (or at least non-commital not-mean things), here’s Mr. Toad.