I took the train downtown last night to meet Jude, have a little Thai food, and ride home together in the car she drove to work. Heading home, as we got into the Ford, I tossed my novel in the back seat.
"What's the book you're reading?" she asked, very kindly.
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"What is the What," I answered
"What's the book you're reading?" she said.
"What is the What," I answered.
"WHAT. IS. THE. BOOK. YOU'RE. READING."
It's a fictionalized account of the life of a Sudanese refugee turned U.S. immigrant, by Great Writer Dave Eggers. The story is really engaging, and the title is hiiiiiiiilarious.
3 comments:
Yeah that's amusing and all, but you're going to have a hard time topping the "Days until Keith's Day In Court" countdown.
I have to agree with Kicking.
Are you flying in to represent Keith in court??
I have already written your testimony. I just need a signature, and I've been practicing that.
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