My mom was in town this weekend.
Like most times when she is here, we packed in as much activity as we could. A band concert with A. Shopping. A choir concert with B. Shopping. Church. Shopping. The Melting Pot.
Then Sunday night, I said on a whim, "Let's go to Water for Elephants."
We hesitated. After all, Mom's flight left early on Monday morning.
And we were pretty satiated from the cheese and chocolate fondue.
Sidebar Recommendation: The Bananas Foster White Chocolate dessert fondue.
But we went to the theater.
If you haven't read Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen, go get it.
From a bookstore. Download it on Kindle.
The premise is about a young man, Jakob Yankowski, whose parents are killed in 1931 on the day of his final test to graduate in veterinary science from Cornell. He runs away and joins a circus (sounds cliche, huh?). However, Gruen brings to life the small circus life during The Depression.
The descriptions are amazing. The plot riveting. The conflict stellar.
Then go see the movie.
Robert Pattinson (I will admit to being back on Team Edward :)).
A controlling ringmaster.
What's Up with Pearl/Frost/The Book that Must Be Named?
Two agents have the MS (one has a full; one a partial). I haven't heard from either. :( Which begs the question:
Is no news, good news?
Is no news, no news?