 Good morning Hank, it's Tuesday. So yesterday, Sarah and I flew to New York City. The descent was just a bit bumpy, but we landed safely, drove into the city, and met up with our best friends, Chris and Marina. Good morning America. I was wearing my fancy shoes because we were in town for the premiere of the movie Miss Perrigan's Home for Peculiar Children. Got a delicious lunch of sushi where I irrevocably stained my dress shirt, so we headed over to a department store where there were too many ties to choose from. If it looks like I hate trying on clothes, that's because I do. But I eventually found a suitable shirt and then put the stained shirt back on so as not to stain the new one and went for a walk. I love walking in New York, even in uncomfortable shoes, because you're both alone and not in a way I find deeply satisfying, even peaceful. I also love catching snippets of strangers' conversations. Don't you have to like someone to love them? One young person said to another as they walked past me. We walked through an outdoor bookstore where I sneakily signed some copies of Looking for Alaska, and then on my way to the hotel I happened to cross a crash course fan. What's your name again? Carrie. Big fan. John's awesome. We checked into our aggressively gold hotel room, I ironed my new shirt, suited up, and then got in the elevator. I don't like this tie. I then met up with Ransom Riggs, the author of Miss Peregrine. It's all voiceover, so it doesn't really matter what you say. I've known Ransom for half my life. Like when we were in college together, we took a road trip to the Grand Canyon with our friend Kathy. Are you taking pictures with me, dude? We read James Joyce together and wrote comedy sketches together, and I was always in awe of Ransom's imagination. I think, ultimately, my favorite feeling isn't joy or excitement, but wonder. The wonder I feel when walking through an autumn forest with my kid who's never before seen the leaves turn color, or the wonder I feel when in the company of a great book or movie. Hanging out with Ransom always brings me that kind of wonder because he has such a particular and interesting way of looking at the world, and that's also how I feel about his books. They're wonderful in the original sense of the word. After hanging out for a while, I went back to my room, changed my tie, and then met up with Sarah. I know like as nice as you do, but I'm like, oh, all right. Yeah, you look awesome, I love it. And then my publisher, Julie Strauss-Gable, dropped by, and we all headed to the movie theater for the screening. Before the movie, Ransom and his wife, the brilliant novelist, Taha Ramafi, posed on the red carpet, and I snuck back to be among the photographers, and then I took my seat where I caught a magic harp. Now we shall cut from the magic harp to me turning on the camera after the movie ended. You can't see me, but I just saw the movie, it's so good! Miss Peregrine made me feel the way Edward Scissorhands did decades ago. It was exciting and peculiar and explored with great wisdom the tension between the past you did have, the one you wanted to have, and the present you find yourself in. And that's what I kept thinking about as I watched Ransom and Taha Ramafi on the red carpet after the movie. Like, if you'd told me 20 years ago that this day would happen, I would have thought, that's gonna be so cool going to a movie premiere all dressed up, people taking our pictures while we hang out with movie stars. And it is cool, Ransom and I have both been astonishingly lucky in our professional lives. But the really wonderful part of yesterday for me wasn't the movie stars or the red carpet, it was seeing a great movie with my wife and dear friends, one of whom has known me since I was a kid on the edge of the Grand Canyon before I'd even learn to fear heights. In the end, I think people make experiences wonderful, not the other way around. Hank, I'll see you on Friday.