9-11 and other things

So today is 9-11...what is it? 8 years now? It feels like it happened in another life time. But instead of talking about the actual day of 9-11 and the events that transpired...I am going to talk about my friend Sam. Sam is one of the nicest people I know. She is so giving. She makes a pie for the cast and crew of every TCU show and puts it in the greenroom on opening night. She makes me laugh and plays a mean game of darts (last night was her and I's first time to play and she wiped the floor with me). But why am I talking about her? Because today is her birthday.

9-11-09 is Sam's 21st birthday. How much does that suck? Imagine, the whole world is solemn and remembering a horrible event, and you just want to celebrate the fact you were born and alive and 21! Can you imagine being a 13 year ole, excited about finally being an official teenager and then your day is completely ruined by a tragedy. How many others are in the same boat?
And that is all I am going to say about the events of that day because I know everyone remembers and you don't need me to tell you to never forget.

On a lighter note, I am reading this book, Inkheart. I am only on chapter 10 tahnks to my busy life, but so far I am enjoying my self immensly. It is a book, about books. What could be better I mean really? Within the first couple of chapters I found a phrase that I absolutely loved and I want to share it with you internet folks:

"If you take a book with you on a journey, an odd thing happens. The book begins to collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it...books are like flypaper--memories cling to the printed page better than anything else."

I love this because it is so true. Alot of books I have distinct memories attatched to. The Lord of the Rings, first time I read them I remember I was going through the most difficult time puberty wise and the land of Middle Earth was an amazing escape for me. I never put it down. Also for some reason reading about the elves and their power to dispel darkness, helped me to get over my fear of the dark.
Count of Monte Cristo...read that at my old dance studio in the tiny dressing room that smelled like sweat and feet, listening to the piano music and Ms. Sonja yelling over the music to turn out!

I have lots more but this post is already epically long so I will not continue. But before I stop, I want to pose a question. Are there any books that everytime you think about it or read you it you have a certain memory that is attatched to it?

--Karen