I admit it. I went for the chips. Crunchy, salty, delicious chips were my secret motive.
The boys and I packed up and walked up the street to the dollar store. Jr Melon had a whole dollar to buy any candy he wanted. We got there and after ooing over the Halloween decorations (hey! they waited until September!) my conscience got the better of me. That annoying voice in my head kept talking about how good I’ve been at eating better, and biking, and how we DO have creme brulee left in the fridge for tonight, and more nonsense about artificial what-nots and even how close it is to dinner. So I appeased the voice by thinking that if they didn’t have chili-cheese fritos then I wouldn’t buy any.
BUT we went down the books/office supplies aisle and I casually looked to my right. And lo! Do mine eyes deceive?? Did someone leave this here? This can’t be a dollar. But yes! Talk about a target audience!
I’m not one for Jane Austen. I have a hard time getting through them. I’ve tried, and I do love it when my friend tells me the whole sordid story, but I start glazing over when I read them myself. What’s a girl to do? Add sea monsters! Deadly lobsters!
Will she marry the human or the swamp thing?? The cover art was enough for me. Throw in a monster, and I am so there. Tentacles? Illustrations like these?? This is so much better than chips. It’s junk food for my brain.