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Once Upon a Story

I know, I know... it's been over a week since my last post, and that one was not particularly enlightening. But I've been busy working! Check out my most recent distraction. I've even created a facebook group devoted to it. Feel free to join even if you're too far away to shop there - that is, if facebook is your chosen 'social utility,' of course. If you prefer myspace, this one has been around for a while now. Having given you nearly every link related to my new place of work, feel free to drive through Long Beach and stop by.

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  1. Dude, that place looks like a dream.

    By the by...I noticed the Breaking Dawn advert on the website. Have you been sucked into those books yet? I read 2/3 of the second one yesterday. I can't quite figure out what is so addictive about them. They're not incredibly fast paced and it really seems like nothing happens, but I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

    Its like crack in book form.

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  2. no wonder everyone on the planet is reading them! i haven't picked them up yet for two reasons. 1) i've been trying to read books that could benefit from my promotion. books people aren't picking up right away, but that are awesome. stephanie meyer needs no help. and 2) i have always avoided vampire stories. they give me the heebie jeebies. gross me out. unnerve me. i have heard that these aren't as gross, but i'd rather not convince myself just yet.

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  3. I completely sympathize, I've never been much on vampires (rather unimaginative really), but I've given up on the responsible reading thing. I'd rather read tons of book crack in 3 days than carry around The Idiot with my bookmark on page 30 for 3 months.

    Besides, you can just watch the movies. :)

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  4. That's how I feel about book crack, actually. Why read Harry Potter when I can just see the movies and save hours worth of reading time? Why read Twilight when the movie's coming out? But no film adaptation (and I don't think they've tried) will ever express the beauty and frailty of Prince Mishkin in the Idiot. There are some Victorian novels I might trade for the films, but for the most part... well, I suppose it depends.

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  5. Hmmm...well...

    I've been thinking about it and I have to say that I think that you would enjoy the Twilight books enough to warrant reading them. Its not the story that gets you, its the romance. You can skip Harry Potter, you get the story from the movies, but I don't know if they can capture what makes Twilight different on screen. Mostly because its from the first person perspective of a very average girl.

    And you know I'm a sucker for a good romance... :P

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