TAMING THE REVIEW

STATUS: Better than Britney. I’m laying off the celebrity snark for a while here because everything is just swirling into a black hole of tragic. Britney’s wiping up dog pee with Prada and Lindsay’s saying the drugs aren’t hers. Total *sigh.*

On a happier note, Ellen is coming to Ann Arbor on August 1 and that makes me happy, happy. She’s doing a reading-slash-signing at Nicola’s Books, which is fabulous little independent bookstore next door to Barry Bagel’s. And no, I didn’t put the apostrophe in the wrong place. They did. Unless they guy’s last name is Bagel and then it’s correct. But regardless, it cracks me up every time I see it. I suppose if I were Lynne Truss, author of Eats, Shoots and Leaves, the misuse of the apostrophe might make me angry. It might also rouse my ire if I were a better editor. But I’m not. So there you go. I have better things to worry about. Liiiike …

Britney?

Oh, alright. Sor-ry. Will honor moratorium on snark.

Actually, I sometimes worry about bad reviews. Like, if people totally hate DONUT DAYS and they throw virtual rotten tomatoes at me in the form of half-stars on Amazon.com. I was just emailing my writing pal Dan about it this morning. I don’t totally look forward to the (possible) day when Crusty McReadsalot from Publishers Weekly gets his hands on my novel and sneers at it with pretension and loathing – but if it happens then I guess it happens. I believe in the book, my agent believes in the book, and Putnam obviously believes in it.

So screw Crusty.

Unless he gives me a great review.

Then we hug Crusty. But not too tight lest his shriveled little heart begin beating too quickly with the horror of actual human contact and spasm into paralysis.

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