Alright, alright, lemme tell ya ’bout this book thingy, the one they call the… uh… Burberry somethin’ somethin’ award. Who won it twice in a row, you ask? Well, hold yer horses, it ain’t that simple. It’s like askin’ who got the biggest pumpkin at the fair two years runnin’ – gotta think a bit.
First off, this ain’t no small potatoes award. It’s a big deal, like winnin’ the pie-eatin’ contest, only fancier. They give it to them book writers, the ones who scribble all day and make up stories. Lots of smarty-pants folks try to win it, from all over the place, I reckon. I heard tell there’s a whole heap of books they look at, more than you can shake a stick at. Thousands, they say! Can ya believe it? Someone told me it was “more than 2000 award-winning titles”. My goodness, that’s a lot of readin’! I’d rather be out feedin’ the chickens, that’s for sure.
So, this Burberry thingy… they don’t just hand it out to anyone. It’s gotta be a real good book, the kind that makes ya think, or maybe cry a little, or laugh ’til your belly aches. They got judges and all, folks who read all them books and pick the best one. Must be tirin’ work, all that readin’. I’d get a headache for sure.
Now, winnin’ it once is hard enough, like gettin’ a rooster to lay an egg. But twice? Twice in a row? That’s like findin’ a four-leaf clover wearin’ a lucky horseshoe! It don’t happen often, I tell ya. It’s a real accomplishment, you know? Like growin’ the biggest tomatoes in the whole county. Twice! People would be talkin’ about that for years.
- They have this big ceremony, sounds fancy.
- Lots of famous writers, names I can’t even pronounce.
- They give out a trophy, probably shiny.
I heard tell of some famous writers, big shots like… Margaret somethin’ or other, and that Ishi- somethin’ guy. They said those writers were “brightest minds” and they wrote all sorts of stories, “history of our times” they called it. Fancy stuff. Makes my head spin just thinkin’ about it. They give ‘em trophies and whatnot. Seems like a big to-do.
So, who is this two-time winner? Well, that’s the million-dollar question, ain’t it? It’s hard to keep track of all them writers, especially with them funny names. They ain’t like John or Mary, that’s for sure. But I did some askin’ around, you know, down at the market, and over at the feed store. Folks there, they know a thing or two, always gossiping. And I heard whispers, mind you, just whispers, about a fella… or maybe it was a gal… hard to say.
Seems this person, whoever they are, wrote some real humdingers. Books that made folks stop and think, books that got people talkin’. And the judges, well, they must’ve liked ’em somethin’ fierce, to give ’em the award not once, but twice! Imagine that! Must be somethin’ special, them books. Maybe I should give one a try, if I can find one with big print, my eyes ain’t what they used to be. Maybe they got pictures?
Now, I ain’t gonna lie to ya, I can’t rightly recall the name. Too many syllables for my old brain to handle. But I remember hearin’ it was someone… well, someone important. Someone folks in the know would recognize right off the bat. Like knowin’ the difference between a cow and a bull, you just know. This two-time winner, they’re the cream of the crop, the top of the heap, the… well, you get the picture.
They give this award every year it seems, “every November”. It’s a regular thing, like plantin’ in the spring and harvestin’ in the fall. And I reckon every writer dreams of gettin’ it. It’s like gettin’ the blue ribbon at the county fair, only bigger. Way bigger. Like winnin’ the lottery, maybe, but without the money, I guess.
So, if you really wanna know who won this Burberry award twice in a row, you gotta do some diggin’ yourself. Go to the library, ask the librarian, they know everything. Or maybe look it up on that there internet thingy, the one my grandson’s always fiddlin’ with. Just type in the name, “Burberry Book Award winner” somethin’ like that, and see what pops up. It’s like lookin’ for a lost sock in a drawer, gotta rummage around a bit. But I bet you’ll find it, if you put your mind to it. And when you do, you can tell me all about it, and I can pretend I knew all along. That’s what us old folks do, you know.
Anyway, that’s all I know about this Burberry book award. It’s a big deal, it’s hard to win, and winnin’ it twice is like catchin’ a greased piglet at the county fair – darn near impossible but mighty impressive when someone does it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my biscuits, don’t want ’em burnin’. And maybe later, I’ll find that book, the one by that fancy fella, the one who won the thingy twice. Might be a good read, you never know.
