I have a weird obsession with pretzel dogs on days I fly. Don't much like them any other time, but for some reason when I'm in the airport they smell SO GOOD.

Ditto that. I think my mom considers it an investment—extra trips home to see her!

I grew up here, and occasionally will still ask what the tipping culture is for a particular situation.

Could you possibly go right now to my parents' house and explain this directly into their ears at top volume? (You'll have to shout to be heard over Fox News.)

Was this the one where the Jewish best friend stayed with the family? And there's a scene about baby pictures?

I with through this with my Robin McKinley books. Mine were tattered beyond readability, and the new covers available make them look like utter dreck.

The Devil's Arithmetic, by Jane Yolen.

Yes. Pretty sure I had lit-crushes on every one of Alanna's fellow pages. (Pretty sure I still have one on Raoul. )

OMG! It was "Witch Week"!

So much this. Also, Blue Sword, Outlaws of Sherwood, and Beauty.