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Before I Die

I’ve blogged before about this book in my house which mysteriously disappeared (Before I Die, by Jenny Downham). I think it was about a year ago now that I was looking for this book and couldn’t find it anywhere.
I remembered it again a couple of weeks ago, when Sinéad was tidying her room and specifically her books. I thought it might show up then, and I’d be able to read it. It’s a good book, okay? I mean, sure, it’s about a girl dying of cancer, but it’s a good book!

Anyways, weeks pass, and I came home for my summer holidays. These have been possibly the least relaxing holidays I’ve ever been on, because I’ve been trying to go as many places and see as many people as possible, but I’m certainly enjoying them.
In any case, in the course of my holidays, I ended up at Alex’s mum’s house, chatting to his little sister, when I see that she has this book on her bookshelf.

Thoroughly excited, I asked if I could borrow it, and she said sure, no problem. I brought it home, and showed it to Sinéad, who wasn’t quite as excited as me, and then I left it on the kitchen table.

At this point, I should probably admit that I left this side of the country for a week. I went to mayo, to cork and to limerick, gallivanting around with Alex and having a whale of a time.

Naturally, when I came back, I looked for this book. It wasn’t on the kitchen table but I hadn’t really expected that. Unfortunately, though, it also wasn’t on the kitchen chairs, or in any of the usual suspected places, such as on top of the breadbin, in the sitting room, the family room, my room, buried under mounds of clothes or, well, anywhere.

I’ve searched high and low for this book, partly because I want to read it, and more importantly because it’s not actually mine, so I feel quite bad about losing it, but I honestly cannot find it. I can only conclude that my house has eaten it.

This is, of course, doubly bizarre because the house has eaten the same book before. I mean, it is a very good book, which I guess makes it a tasty book for the house to eat? But I wish it hadn’t, because I really, really liked that book.


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I’m going to the cinema on Tuesday.
I won tickets to a screening of a film in town on Tuesday.

So in preparation, I thought I’d read the source material, the book it was based on. I’ve read it before, it’s very good.
Before I Die, by Jenny Downham, is the source material. I read it a few months ago.

So I took it upon myself to find the book today. I was under the vague impression that it was in my room, so I went to my bookcase and searched through it. Not there, nope.

So I checked my pile of books in front of my bookcase. No success there. Desk? Nope. Under my bed? Not a chance.
Spare bed? No.
On the floor? Nope to that too.

So I moved on to my sister’s bedroom. Checked her bookcase, her shelves, etc. Nothing there.

My other sister’s bedroom? Well, that’s an undertaking and a half. Not only does she have two bookcases, she also has three piles of books four feet tall on top of the bookcase, three piles of books (roughly two feet) in front of the bookcase, a pile down the side of her bed and some in her wardrobe. Because everybody keeps books in their wardrobe (??).
I thought I was successful in finding the book. Before I … pick up the book and run with it, wahey!
Except, then when I looked at it again, I was holding Before I Fall. A good book, but not the one I was looking for. Sigh.
So I continued searching my sister’s room.
Still nothing doing there. I’ve also checked my parents’ four bookcases, and the book has yet to show up.

I want Before I Die, I want to read it, I want it to just magically turn up in front of me, some time soon.
In fact,
Now is Good.

Heh heh heh.

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