12:29: i came home from work this morning to find a nicely wrapped present on the dining table with my name on it. my birthday present from kizzi and his wife and daughter. two months late, but who's counting? i read the card. "so sorry for the late gift... took time to find... initially got the wrong book..."
book?
my eyes widened in anticipation. i tried to be the good and patient little girl. i started unwrapping it carefully, working on one corner. but the tape was too sticky and it was wrapped so tight and i couldn't wait to see what it was and i didn't have the emotional quotient to wait another 5 minutes. so i ripped the wrapper up. it was ... the back of the book. which i didn't want to read until i knew what it was. *flip* gasp! there it was. gregory maguire's wicked!!! it's mine! all mine! i picked it up and did a little happy dance. i could have fallen into the crack of doom and melted, and i'd still be smiling.
i have gone to every known and every obscure bookstore in the metro looking for any of maguire's books. any of his adult books, that is. regardless of my love for the musical that it gave birth to, when it comes down to the story and lead characters, wicked was the one i wanted the most. my brother ordered it and when he came to pick it up, some guy from trumpets wanted to buy it off of him. but my brother refused, of course. heehee. sorry, dude. you mentioned to my brother you know (of) me. if i do know you, you can borrow it when i'm done. nyahahahaha. meantime, here is an excerpt.
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