Last week, Booknik squinted, spoke his mind, listened to rabbi’s opinion, tried to become a fifth member of a quartet, remembered the war, declared his love to three oranges cities, and took part in an untimely Purimspiel.

Last week, Booknik learned that books do not necessarily have to be on paper, and visited Spain, yet he did not see a bullfight; he also arranged the best study in the world for himself, read some Agnon in his spare time, mastered a prestigious trade, and caught a “golden carp.” Meanwhile, Booknik Jr. failed to become a member of the Hadassah but learned French.

Last week, Booknik thought about opening a kosher restaurant or a book store, drowned in flowers, hung out banners, asked the price of love, overcame insurmountable obstacles, and made eschatological projections yet he looked in the future with optimism. Meanwhile, Booknik Jr. frightened a train, and attended another Jewish holiday

Last week, Booknik visited polar bears, plunged into the soviet past, remembered two Ferdinands the Firsts kindly, became a movie fan, and decoded an ancient papyrus.

Last week, Booknik fought discrimination of the Chinese and kangaroos; he decided to give Booknik Jr. some schooling, visited Paris, Tarusa, and the Garden of Eden, conducted an orchestra, and made thieves listen to reason. Meanwhile, Booknik Jr. mastered the beginnings of witchcraft, and spent some jolly good time in Israel.

Last week, Booknik fooled around, rewrote history, bought matzo, and celebrated Pesach merrily, and kosher; he tried to master a new profession but then he decided to retire. Booknik Jr. learned that poor results in school cannot hinder a successful career in poetry, so he went for a vacation in Tel Aviv.

Last week, Booknique decided he was an actor, quitted drinking cognac coffee in the morning, chose an ideal bookstore, held pauses, stumbled and stuttered, searched for the Promised Land, and cooked latkes. Meanwhile, Booknique Jr. created a Golem, and now he thinks how to make a fool of it on April 1.

Last week, Booknik tried to match the unmatchable, took a mongoose as a pet, milked a cow, escaped from captivity, sang in a female voice with "The Klezmatics,” and took appropriate measures against suspicious foreigners. He also learned who invented a seamless condom; meanwhile, Booknik Jr. bought a ring buoy, and set on for a river cruise.

Last week, Booknik thought about a career of an alchemist or a shochet but he decided to become a prophet instead, and a vegetarian to boot; he destroyed borders, tore masks off, rolled down the stairs, befriended an oak, walked in Lisbon, talked to a legendary Jewish collective farmer about raising poultry and growing dahlias, and danced at the Yiddish Fest. In the meantime, Booknik Jr. became disappointed in entomology, and took a great interest in poetry.