Fuzzy picture because they weren't allowed to pose :(
I was so excited as they walked in that I didn't even realize I had started crying until I felt something cold on my cheek and when I went to feel it, I realized tears were streaming down my face.
Link to my review
The Los Angeles Times Festival of Books is this weekend. Of course, this is the 3rd or 4th time it has rained this year (our MONSTER El Niño, haha).
We have been planning to go since last year. But I kept a little secret from my 7th grader until this morning. That secret was Stan Lee, at 11am, on the main stage. Free, no tickets required.
And we got there in time to get good standing spots, in spite of the fact that hubby cannot get anywhere on time and dawdles constantly. And the mics worked! We could see and hear!
We did not get an autographed copy of his graphic memoir, just a plain one. We would have had to be truly early--and I am pretty sure that the folks who got their copies signed did not get hear him speak. And he was great. It was an interview format, and he was funny. Kid is happy, that interview made his day. He loves Marvel.
In 1990 twenty-year-old Natasha finds herself in France on her university year abroad. She is ANGRY. Everyone should be a lesbian, or she will punish them for their oversight (particularly her bemused fellow English assistant friend, Ange).
The frites and the pâtisseries are not helping Natasha recover from her bulimia. And the door-to-door Mormon missionaries are bedevilling her reluctant search for God.
Natasha does not respond well to the frosty demands of the headmaster of the school where she is teaching.
She passes her time befriending a pair of thieving drop-outs on the run from the law, skinning up grilled banana skins, dodging flashers, and hitch-hiking around Europe.