When I was a little kid walking into a grocery store, I made sure to check the prize bins of all the gumball and prize machines in the lobby as I walked by. Occasionally, I'd be rewarded by someone who wasn't careful enough in collecting their prize. Now I leave my own prize in the bins. If some little kid checks the claw machine in the lobby of the Hempfield Giant Eagle, he or she may be thrilled to find "My Little Blue Book."This blog follows my adventures in BookCrossing--the practice of leaving a book in a public place to be picked up and read by others, who then do likewise. It is a fascinating exercise in fate, karma, or whatever you want to call the chain of events that can occur between two or more lives and one piece of literature.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Wild Release #772
When I was a little kid walking into a grocery store, I made sure to check the prize bins of all the gumball and prize machines in the lobby as I walked by. Occasionally, I'd be rewarded by someone who wasn't careful enough in collecting their prize. Now I leave my own prize in the bins. If some little kid checks the claw machine in the lobby of the Hempfield Giant Eagle, he or she may be thrilled to find "My Little Blue Book."
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