Here we are, off on vacation, hiking until our feet hurt (today it's more the calves, from that climb up to Clingman's Dome), eating good pancakes (see
Respite for an explanation of where we're eating pancakes), sitting over a brook listening to babble... and I run out of books. There's a lovely used bookstore in Knoxville, but that's an hour from
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and I very much enjoyed re-reading Respite--lovely characterizations and I could hear both their voices. very nice.
so, from the looks of the story, and what you're up to, it looks like you're busy doing "research" on your next fic....
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I really should set a story here again sometime, yeah!
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We never actually saw any bears, but we conclusively answered the question "Does a bear shit in the woods?"
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Are you aware that Harry Kemelman is from my end of the world? "Barnard's Crossing" is my hometown in thin disguise.
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I'm so paranoid that about 1/3 of the weight/space in my vacation luggage is often reading material, or was, until my absolutely fabulous parents bought me a Kindle a few months back. I've become a rapid convert, particularly once I discovered I could load Word, PDF and txt files to the Kindle, which means, of course, I can bring fic along....
Hope the drive home goes well!
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