Sooooooo. As many readers here know, this blog acts as a reading journal of sorts. I document bits and pieces of life and this and that and books and bric à brac. Therefore, quite frequently, a story relating to a purchase pops up. Or, in this case, a Christie Kicks book haul "sponsored" by a retiring CEO. Here is what I was blessed with this week. The CEO of the company I work for has retired, right? He is the owner and all that jazz. So, he has gotten to where he wants to give his chair over to someone else. Cool, stuff? Now, the really cool stuff is that he has given his employees $100 times however many years they have worked for the company. In my case, I'm in my fifth year. You can do the math. So, what can a book lover do with a bonus check a week before payday (besides knock out some bills early) …?
Go invest in these leather-bound Barnes & Noble
Agatha Christie collection books–that is what.
Listen, I was playing no games today. I finally read
The Murder on the Orient Express; I am 25-pages from the end of And Then There
Were None. Needless to see, a particular hunger to study Christie's techniques have sat in. Besides, I have been doing super well in completing coursework toward finally
finishing my degree program. No, for real.
I have busted my tail these past two weeks just so I could have the
weekend free to read and not work on writing papers.
Heck, I deserved this treat. So, I took it. In the famous words of Pattie Labelle circa
the Be Yourself album of 1989: I can’t complain…
THANKS, Mr. ex-CEO, man. We will talk about the raise
with the new guy. But in the meantime, I like this kind of stuff.
BOOKS! It's what's for dinner. MYSTERY BOOKS! It’s the
delicious poison on the steak.
Bon Appetit, homie!
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