I was at an event Sunday that featured authors sitting at tables filled with their books. One woman approached my table and said aloud "The joys of travel."
"Yes," I said hopefully. "There are seven."
"I'm sure there are," she said a bit dreamily, and then walked away.
I sat there thinking: Really? Why are you sure? Why couldn't there be 10, or 5?
Later, another woman approached, and opened the book.
"Oh," she said in a voice of profound disappointment,"I thought there'd be pictures."
