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~The Graveyard Book, Neil Gaiman 

Which I just this afternoon finished reading to Miss W. And the ending is good but sad and it was hard not to cry, and I’m afraid my voice was rather wobbly.

Neil Himself is going to be in Ann Arbor in July, and I very very very much want to drive over for it. I’m trying to decide if I can justify spending the money, though I know it will be worth every penny, and the new book is included in the ticket price. There is still time to decide, I suppose.

And today is my birthday. And it has been a fantastic day. Reading Neil brings out the “ands” in me, apparently.

I hope you’re all having a fantastic day too. Eat some cake in honor of your humble jentober.

{photo: accidentally strange arm’s length self portrait with my new lens baby spark, from one of my very best friends}