Sunday was Aileen’s birthday, so when she asked me to bring a copy of Tana French’s In the Woods to her in the hospital, how could I refuse? Even if my husband was halfway through my copy?

Snip from e-mail to Aileen:

The book story has become kind of epic. I actually did give you my copy (but you are welcome to keep it). David was halfway through reading it. I was like “Oh, I’ll go grab a copy at B&N on my way to hospital.” But they were closed and I didn’t want to spend the time required to go to Powell’s so I was like, sorry, David, yoink.

So I went to Powell’s yesterday with the express point of buying a new copy so David could finish it. After spending about 90 minutes shopping in other parts of the store (and amassing quite a pile), I went to grab In the Woods. However, it wasn’t under the “F”s in the literature section. So I went to find a self-serve look-it-up computer only to find it occupied.

So I waited for that person to finish, and when they did, some guy cut in front of me and then started looking up a LIST THIS LONG of crap and taking notes ‘n shit and was the most oblivious human being ever, dafter than a newborn infant. After several minutes of waiting I finally asked a store clerk to look it up FOR me and he said it would be in the gold room, mystery section but when I went up there nothing doing so I found ANOTHER self-serve look-it-up computer and found that they only had an audiobook copy and was like WTF powell’s always has every book?

Moral of the story? Amazon.com and you’re done. I guess. Especially if you’ve got Amazon Prime. The UPS guy this morning says I must be on some special list at Amazon, I get so many packages. I wouldn’t mind a customer appreciation gift, that’s for sure.

By the way, In the Woods comes highly recommended by me.