In which a bookstore employee, confounded by the covers of the Boxcar Children Mysteries, decides to use his own fuzzy memories and wild assumptions to literally judge a book by its cover. Updates somedays.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
39 - The Ghost Ship Mystery
Ah, dammit. I was going to make a joke about how I don't see anything interesting on the cover, and it's just the kids standing around, and the punchline was going to be that nobody was pointing; then I looked at Henry's hand up behind Benny's head, and wouldn't you know it. Then I looked even closer at Henry's arm, and realized that it's clearly crazy deformed, and only about a foot long, so maybe I should just go easy on the kid. If I had an arm like that I'd want it to be useful, too, even if I was just pointing at something someone else was already looking at and holding in their damn perfect hands. Or maybe Benny's just so dumb he hasn't noticed it yet.
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