A conversation with the alarmingly delightful (or delightfully alarming?) Cheekie this week had me thinking: friends with the same interests are just … terrific, enthey?

Aside from the usual “hi.hello.and how are you?,” it’s a blast getting to talk about books and music and movies and whatnot that we like, or might like, or might recommend.  I sorta figure too, that, apart from me getting to hear a new song I like from some artist I don’t know, or, say, getting to read a book I didn’t expect to like, or, or, or, getting to watch some movie that nobody’s heard of and liking it?  It’s sort of that feeling — discovery through others, I would guess.

I heard from some restaurant manager before: “A third of the world will share the way you think, inasmuch as two-thirds of the world won’t get you.”  (Or something like that.)  And I guess, all I’m saying is, I’m pretty lucky to have friends who recommend Florence and the Machine, or, or, Ingrid Michaelson (only to find out that I’ve been listening to her before) and talk about books we like, and where we don’t agree —- and movies.  I do miss talks like that.

(Or do I miss it because of another friend?  Who’s missing/cut-out from all forms of communication?)

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Which is why I’ve spent the better part of the week looking for a book: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.  (And I’m not even finished with my read pile!  Ugh!)  She said I might like it, in the way that she knows that I like bands that have a female vox.

It’s been pulled-out of National Bookstore, and most bookstores I’ve been to this week don’t have a copy.  If anyone can help me find it, I’ll give you a glass of Coke, and a bunch of stories.

Related posts:

1. bookhunt ended!
2. this week’s read pile.
3. That Fully Booked Thing

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