Lost and Found

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Currently reading: Peter and the Shadow Thieves by Ridley Pearson and Dave Barry
Most recently watched movie: Into Great Silence
Current favorite quote: "I met a man once who told me that when he was engaged to his wife, he sneaked over to her house one night while she slept. Her parents let him in. He went to her room, and quietly slipped eighty helium balloons through the door, one by one. Each had a note attached, describing the different reasons why he loved her.
That is an act of love." -Mary Beth Bonacci, in her book Real Love
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Have you ever seen the movie Raising Arizona? It's about a ready-to-turn-the-leaf ex-con and a police officer who get married. (He's the con, she's the officer.) They find out a little while into their marriage that they can't have kids: she is unable to physically bear children, and all the adoption agencies turn them down because of the guy's crime history. Depressed and desperate, they hear about a couple named Arizona on the news who just had quintuplets. Justifying themselves with the reasoning, "they have more'n they ken handle" (they talk with slightly Southern accents), they sneak into the Arizonas' house and kidnap one of the babies. Of course, they promptly begin introducing "Junior" as their own child. In the end, they realize that what they did was wrong, and they return Junior to his proper family.
It's a cute and funny movie; very enjoyable. But why do I bring this up?
Lately, I've been feeling slightly like the main characters in Raising Arizona. It all started on my Mom's birthday, which was Sunday (the 7th). Driving home from brunch, we found a little Shih Tzu dog running loose on the road; so we picked it up. It was extremely cute, obviously a puppy, and just as obviously well cared for. So we only just discovered the owner today, and we returned the puppy today. (Her name is Harley, but we affectionately called her "the Cuteness".) I felt like Arizona because we knew the puppy was loved and owned by somebody, and here she was living in our house! But at last, all is put to rights. She was adorable. She was so playful and furry and clingy. She loved to follow people around the house, and she loved to annoy our two old dogs just as much.
Funny thing, though. My dad, who is usually anti-pet, anti-cutesy, complaining constantly about our number of pets...he, of all people, wanted to keep her! He said he secretly hoped we didn't find the owner so we could keep her.
Talk about the sky falling.

I was wondering if you guys could help me out with something? All I need are some author suggestions. I've been lucky with finding good authors lately, but I'd love to know of some more! So if you could just post a comment listing your favorite authors, that would be lovely.

Pax!
-Limwen