All week, I have been reading posts from various on message boards of early sightings of Sabrina Jeffries’s Beware a Scot’s Revenge so I’ve been
bugging calling Borders (B&N is a lost cause) all this week to see if they had it.
“No,’ they kept on saying, the book doesnt come out until May 22.”
Finally, I asked one of them “Are you telling me that you dont have the book on the shelves right now or in the back somewhere?”
Hesitation. “Well, we did have the book on the shelves but took them out because they are supposed to be available May 22nd.” ARGHHHHHHHHHH! I so did need to hear this! That was my just desserts for calling instead of moving me lazy arse the twenty-five blocks (but really, 25 blocks!) to check in person.
So, cue yesterday when I have to move said lazy arse to the nephew’s first birthday celebration in NJ. Arrived at the Port Authority and missed the bus by 10 minutes. Waited 45 minutes for the next one to find that my scheduled bus has an overheated something and has broken down. So, I’m gonna have to wait ANOTHER hour for the next bus! Now, I’m pissed. Leave the gate and decide to go to the one bookstore in the terminal to blow my wad (of money) on. I’ve never been inside this store before because it looked like an glorified newstand but lo and behold! not only do they have the new Jeffries on the shelf but they also had multiple copies of Eloisa James’s Desperate Duchesses (due out May 29th!) right next to it!! This ne-vah happens to be. Couldn’t friggin believe it.
I decide to check if they had JoBev’s Lady Beware (due out the first week of June). If they had, I would have started screaming, kissed the SA, and would have went home with my loot to start reading. Forget about Austin’s birthday. But it was not meant to be.
I bought my two books, went back to the gate and took a different bus route that left me in the vicinity and walked the rest of the way in the rain there. I was 2 hours late, my Dad was pissed at me (what else is new?), and I was treated to the worst tasting buffet it was my displeasure to ever eat. I am not a picky eater. My motto is ‘I eat to live, not I live to eat.’ but this place would have ruined the taste of 7-up if they could. My parents footed the bill for this farce. $65.00 a head with 96 people showing up = more than $6000. I wonder how much more they would have had to pay for the food to be edible?
Oh well, who needs good food when I have the new Jeffries and James in my hands?
Off to read now . . .