Natural Sceptre

So…we’re standing in Border’s about to buy Coraline, by Neil Gaiman when this girl behind us in line, looking at all the little inspriational books on a swivelling displays exclaims:

(insert best Utah accent here) “Oh my gosh.  This book is so lame.  Don’t they even write real books anymore?”

It was all I could do from saying,”Um, turn around.”

Poor girl didn’t know that to find REAL books you have to venture further than the front few feet of the store.  I wonder what she thought all those papery-rectangular things with words in them were, anyway.  I guess they didn’t look enough like her favorite classic of all time: Elmo Goes Camping.  It’s hard to compete.