When real things happen to imaginary people

I was in PDX over the weekend. The My Summer As A Goth peeps asked me to come down so I could talk to the cast about the goth subculture, give my feedback on some wardrobe choices, and to sit in on the first cast read-through of the script. It was a lot of fun, and I'm even more excited about the project. They're going to need gothy extras for some scenes, so if you're in the PDX area and that sounds interesting to you, keep an eye open. I'll be posting details as I have them.

Today I had just enough time before catching the BoltBus home to trundle over to Powell's, which was a very short walk from the hotel I was staying at. I showed amazing restraint, and only picked up three vintage paperbacks--two gothic romances (both from the "Buy it for the cover art!" rack, and one occult thriller. I looked for new-to-me vampire books, but nothing really grabbed my interest.

I visited the Rare Books Room, and sighed a little bit over the first edition of Fahrenheit 451, but not too much. That's not THE Bradbury book for me, so it was easier to just admire it and wander off.

(Someday, some glorious day, I will own a first edition of Something Wicked This Way Comes. I have promised myself this.)