Did I Miss the Memo?

While riding the bus on my morning commute (*GROAN* - I had to leave the house at 5:35 A-freaking-M to catch it), a young bearded man got on and pulled out Jonathan Safran Foer's Everything is Illuminated.

(That he was bearded is immaterial; it's just odd - full beards these days are usually the sole purchase of the unkempt, lacking in personal hygiene set - you don't usually see one on a well-groomed young man with a man purse satchel.)

Then, on the commute home, another young man (no beard, so different young man or same young man post-shave) pulled out...the same book! A book published six years ago, whose (admittedly not bad) movie version appeared three years ago.

Weird. But cool, too - it's a great book.

In other weird-but-also-cool news, the girl who sat beside me on the bus pulled out The Portrait of Dorian Grey today. (Is it "Grey" or "Gray" - I can never remember....) Now Oscar Wilde is always a good choice, but this one was...in French.

Totally made my day.