Usually about two or three days a week, my mom and I will carpool to work. By ‘carpool’, I mean she cranks up Morning Edition while I power nap. Our workplaces aren’t that far from each other, but with the other billion cars on the road, I usually end up having a half hour of down time either before or after work. Doesn’t usually bother me too much. I save gas money and feel a little less guilty when I see Al Gore’s face.
About mid-October, I requested A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius at my local library through interlibrary loan. For whatever reason, the only Dave Eggers they have is What is What. By mid-November, I thought my request was forgotten, so I asked about it, but no, the book is just that impossible to get a hold of. I finally got a copy this past Wednesday and have been reading it off and on since.
This morning, I turn page 41… to see page 53.
There weren’t any taletell signs of ripping. Part of the cover was coming apart from itself, but it was as if these twelve pages were never there in the first place.
So if it took over a month to get to me… did the person ahead of me just accept starting twelve pages ahead, mid-sentence?
Not cool, random person. Not cool.
3 Comments
December 12, 2007 at 8:22 am
Were the missing pages a huge chunk of the plot or just random filler? A better question…what propelled someone to randomly tear 12 pages from a book.
Thanks for the love over at my page. Being a new page, every reader obviously counts.
December 12, 2007 at 9:44 pm
Definitely a chunk. It started in mid-sentence. I couldn’t even make sense of it.
November 20, 2008 at 11:49 am
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