Herbert is my pet (fake) spider. He hails from a toy store in London where, with the exchange rate at the time, he cost me the equivalent of around $12. He was purchased for the purpose of frightening my best friend's then boyfriend who was so arachnophobic that when we placed Herbert on his pile of plates in the kitchen cabinet, he decided that plates were for chumps, and he didn't need one after all. Herbert came back from London with me and has become a star of the household as my mom and I tuck him into hidden places in an effort to scare each other, or at least make each other laugh. If you're not paying attention you may find him lurking in your box of instant oatmeal packets or in the bathroom cabinet embracing your deodorant...
Why, pray tell, am I writing you a blog post about a fake spider? It may have something to do with the fact that I've spent most of the week away from the computer and so have no reviews written. It's hard trying to nurse your piece of junk spine back to health while getting ready to spend most of the weekend away in NYC, so the spider's all I've got in the way of interesting things to tell you. It may be because the spider has become a twisted way of showing love, and I think it's kind of sweet and worth writing about. Do you have any weird ways of saying "I love you" or do you just, you know, say "I love you"?
I don't have much to say about New York City except that I enjoyed walking the High Line which I never knew existed until I read Pete Hamill's book, Tabloid City. I googled it and saved it up for a sunny day, which Saturday definitely was. I navigated the subway without too much trouble, but we still walked blocks and blocks and blocks and blocks on purpose. We visited the most ridiculously ornate CVS drug store I've ever seen and had a waiter in a restaurant that could, in my judgement, stunt double for Robert Pattinson in a crunch.
And now for the winners of my blogiversary giveaway...
Sarah will be getting a copy of The Stolen Child
Vasilly won a copy of The Many Deaths of the Firefly Brothers
Meg snagged a copy of After You'd Gone
I will be e-mailing each of you shortly for your addresses. Please write back!
Thanks to everybody who entered and everybody who wished me a happy blogiversary. I appreciate each and every one of you and thank you for reading! I wish I could give a great book to all of you. Maybe someday. Until then, you'll have to settle for the gift of random posts about fake spiders. ;-)