Musing Monday...Two for One!

What is going on? There appears to be two Musing Monday questions this week over at Should Be Reading!
{{update @  9a.m.
 ok, if you look now as opposed to 2 a.m. there is only one, the first here. if the other is next weeks question, what will I do? ok, I will think of something}}
Guess I could pick one..or both!

Question one...

For this week’s musing, I borrowed a question from the “I’m Loving Books” blog. It asks…
Have you ever read a book that, at the time, you didn’t feel a strong connection towards, but as time goes by you find yourself thinking about it a lot?

Is it just me, or when you read a lot of books, do most of them just start to blend into each other after awhile? OK, maybe it is just me. And then too, my memory is not what it once was. But still, when I first read this question, one book jumped into my mind. How if I could just remember it's name...
Thanks goodness for Library Thing. I did a search in my books for the world 'sea' and found it..Safe From the Sea by Peter Geye. I am not sure why that story, those characters, those images have stuck with me, but they have. And regardless of the name, the ocean does not play a role in the book, which considering my fondness for the ocean, might explain it. There is water, yes. A Great Lake..a small lake..but no sea.
Still it is a great book, and scenes from the book still come to mind long after I read it. Maybe I need to break my "no re-reading" rule and pick that one again.

Now, question two...

This week’s musing asks…

Have you ever been to a book signing or met an author? If so, who was it? What did you think?

I have never been to a book signing.
Well, I saw one through a window once. The SIL, the Niece and I were at dinner at a restaurant in PA once and next to the restaurant was a Barnes and Noble that was having a signing for an author of a series the Niece read. So she went in, bought some books and got them signed. Maybe I did go in..now I am now sure why I would not have gone in. But I did not know the books or the author, so it wouldn't count anyhoo.

But I did once meet one of my favorite authors. I will not name her but she is famous, multiple NY Times best seller author famous. She is the friend of a friend and I was the travel-alonger. My friend and the Famous Author met years ago in Hawaii where they both lived, both not famous writers. Now Famous Writer lives on the East Coast, so when my non-famous friend was visiting, we drove to visit. She took us out to lunch, we had dinner at her house, she  loaned us her cabin to stay in. She was very nice. I was almost in a state of apoplexy, babbling mindlessly.

I think I have mentioned this before, but writers are my rock stars, my movie stars. If I had taped posters on my bedroom walls as a teenager, it would not have been Mick Jagger or Harrison Ford, but Rex Stout and Agatha Christie. Which granted, is a strange image but true nevertheless.
Actor just play pretend, saying other peoples words and musicians, well, they just play songs. But writers, writers create new worlds. Out of nothing but their imaginations they create people and places and stories, wonderful stories that give endless enjoyment.
What is not to love, what is not to admire?
They are demi-gods, they are superheros, they deserve parades and laurel wreaths...
OK, you get the idea.
I admire them.
Do you think that make Rex Stout posters??