Finding Something (Fun) Friday: Better Book Titles

Dan Wilbur is my new best friend. He doesn’t exactly know it, but whatever. His blog, BETTER BOOK TITLES is genius. Simple concept, brilliantly funny execution.

He takes well-known books and re-titles them so that you, the over-worked reader, don’t have to actually read the whole book to get the gist of things. What a time-saver! Because I, for one, do not have time to read Jane Eyre again. But a simple glance at Dan’s better book title, and I’m good.

Basically, I’ve found a way to fit in at those get-togethers where everyone’s talking about the lastest best-seller (or classic) that I haven’t got ’round to reading yet (implying that someday, I might actually read these best-sellers/classics).

And now you can be cool and well-read, too! But I’ve got dibs on Dan Wilbur if he shows up.

Tooting My Horn Tuesday for Flashlight Memories!

So we’re driving home from church, and it being Easter Sunday, the all-grown-up Junior Halls were sitting in the back seat.
Now, it’s not easy to get out of the parking lot on a regular Sunday, but for Easter, it’s a real test of patience and Christian love. We waited…and waited…and waited. Suddenly, Juniorette Hall piped up from the back seat.

“What are you doing, John?”

“Do you mind?” he asked. “I’m reading our (wonderful and scathingly brilliant) mom’s story in this book.”

He was holding my copy of Flashlight Memories. I brought it along a week or so ago on an out-of-town trip (and read the stories). Somehow, it had migrated to the back seat and out of my mind. All I can say is thank goodness for (inquisitive) Junior Halls sitting in the back seat.

Flashlight Memories is such a delightful book! The (incredibly industrious) folks over at Silver Boomer Books gathered a ton of (charming) stories related to favorite reading memories, especially from those childhood days when the love of reading first takes root. I wrote about my favoritest little Golden Book, “A Pickle for a Nickel” by Lillian Moore. I sigh every time I think of that funny, little storybook.

So, that’s the end of that story (never let it be said that the all-grown-up Junior Halls are good for nothing).