Dash & Lily's Book of Dares Read Free

do .
    If you are interested in continuing this conversation ,
please choose a book, any book, and
leave a slip of paper with your email address inside of it .
Give it to Mark, at the information desk .
    If you ask Mark any questions about me ,
he will not pass on your book .
So no questions .
    Once you have given your book to Mark ,
please return this book to the shelf
where you found it .
    If you do all these things ,
you very well might hear from me .
Thank you .
Lily
    Suddenly, for the first time that I could recall, I was looking forward to winter break, and I was relieved that I was not, in fact, being shipped out to Sweden the next morning.
    I didn’t want to think too hard about which book to leave—if I started to second-guess, it would only lead to third-guessing and fourth-guessing, and I would never leave the Strand. So I chose a book rather impulsively, and instead of leaving my email address inside, I decided to leave something else. I figured it would take a little time for Mark (my new friend at the information desk) to give the book to Lily, so I would have a slight head start. I handed it to him without a word; he nodded and put it in a drawer.
    I knew the next step was for me to return the red notebook, to give someone else a chance of finding it. Instead, I kept it. And, furthermore, I moved to the register to buy the copies of French Pianism and Fat Hoochie Prom Queen currently in my hands.
    Two, I decided, could play this game.

two

(Lily)
    December 21st
    I love Christmas.
    I love everything about it: the lights, the cheer, the big family gatherings, the cookies, the presents piled high around the tree, the goodwill to all . I know it’s technically goodwill to all men , but in my mind, I drop the men because that feels segregationist/elitist/sexist/generally bad ist . Goodwill shouldn’t be just for men. It should also apply to women and children, and all animals, even the yucky ones like subway rats. I’d even extend the goodwill not just to living creatures but to the dearly departed, and if we include them, we might as well include the undead, those supposedly mythic beings like vampires, and if they’re in, then so are elves, fairies, and gnomes. Heck, since we’re already being so generous in our big group hug, why not also embrace those supposedly inanimate objects like dolls and stuffed animals (special shout-out to my Ariel mermaid, who presides over the shabby chic flower power pillow on my bed—love you, girl!). I’m sure Santa would agree. Goodwill to all .
    I love Christmas so much that this year I’ve organized my own caroling society. Just because I live in the gentrified bohemia of the East Village does not mean I consider myself too cool and sophisticated for caroling. To the contrary. I feel so strongly about it that when my own family members chose to disband our caroling group this year because everyone was “traveling” or was “too busy” or “has a life” or “thought you would have grown out of it by now, Lily,” I did some old-fashioned problem solving. I made my own flyer and put it up in cafés around my street.
    Hark!
You there, closet caroler!
Care to herald some holiday song?
Really? Me too! Let’s talk. *
Yours sincerely, Lily
    * No creeps need apply; my grandpa knows
everyone in the neighborhood and you will
incur much shunning should you be anything
less than sincere in your response. **
Thx again, yours most truly, Lily
    ** Sorry to be so cynical, but this is New York.
    That flyer was how I formed my Christmas caroling troupe this year. There’s me, Melvin (computer guy), Roberta (retired high school choir teacher), Shee’nah (cross-dressing part-time choreographer/part-time waiter) and his boi Antwon (assistant manager at Home Depot), angry Aryn (vegan riot grrrlNYU film student), and Mark (my cousin—because he owes Grandpa a favor and that’s the one Grandpa called in). The carolers call me Third-Verse Lily because I’m the only one who