As I was getting out of the shower today, I realized that all of my jeans were still in the dryer. I begged my boyfriend to go downstairs and get them. He came back with not only the laundry, but a package for me.
"I didn't order anything," I said. I got paranoid for a minute, remembering that they never did find out who was mailing anthrax to people several years back. But I decided to open it anyway, and it turned out to be...a review book!
Remember how I was just saying that Library Thing never picks me? Well, I got picked this time, apparently. It may have been a random thing, as I didn't register for books this month (I forgot) and the book is from an independent publisher.
It's called "Rocket Man," and it's a novel about a man who moves to the suburbs, is accused of knocking over the sign to his subdivision and is also roped into organizing some sort of Boy Scout "Rocket Day" for his son's troop. That's virtually all I know about it. The publisher says that it's a book for the times, like On The Road and Brith Lights, Big City. We will see. I'm almost done with the Tony Horwitz, so I'll start on this one next. I'm supposed to post a review of it over at Library Thing, but you know I'll post one here too!
BTW, thanks to Stella Devine for the new name for yesterday's feature: Little Sister Syndrome!