'Bass Ackwards and Belly Up' and 'Footfree and Fancyloose' tell the story of four best friends who commit the ultimate suburban sin: putting off college to pursue their dreams.
Publisher's Weekly said: "Full of romance and adventure, laughter and tears, the story is a reminder that veering from the straight and narrow road doesn't always lead to a dead end."
I have the best writing partner in the history of the world, and a very, very clever assistant. Yesterday I was seconds away from buying a Kindle on Amazon after months of waffling, and AC happened to walk in just as I was about to press the button. Quick on his feet, AC started spouting some nonsense about PDFs, and not being sure Kindles could read them, and he wanted to look at whatever Sony's reader-thing is, and he'd get back to me. But in the meantime, no buy.
While I obliviously bought some blank notebooks instead, AC and WP exchanged a series of panicked emails. WP, I now know, had ordered a Kindle for my birthday, still weeks away. Amazingly, my birthday Kindle was delivered to WP's house yesterday. And it was all shiny and wrapped on my desk when I got in this morning.
Now, I've been very ambivalent about the Kindle. I knew it was something I would either hate or love... but the bookshelf space in my house was running out (as in, ran out while ago), and I knew I had to make the leap. For better or worse.
Better. So so much better. I LOVE it! I got a subscription to The New York Times and I won't be wasting any paper! I get The New Yorker now! And it won't stack up on my bedside table! I bought our first book, Bass Ackwards and Belly Up, in under a minute! If I'd been thinking, I'd have bought the sequel, too (Footfree and Fancyloose), but I got all distracted by the recommendations, and instead I bought Knock Yourself Up, which I started reading in bits and pieces this afternoon and maybe it's just the magic of reading on the Kindle, but I LOVE this book. It's exactly what I need right NOW. And if you, like me, are mulling these huge fertility and motherhood issues, I recommend it. Even though I've only read... well, I actually don't know how many pages. The little bar at the bottom says six percent.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I want to get to ten percent before I go to bed...
L.A. 2009. I’m stuck in traffic on the 101 freeway, listening to Isabella Rosselini on NPR. Isabella, for some reason, mentions that starfish are one of those rare species that can reproduce asexually, and I realize that if I could do that, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a boyfriend/husband. I wouldn’t have to internet date! I wouldn't have to figure out if I want to/can/should have a baby/adopt a baby/child on my own. I wouldn't have to stress about things like FSH levels, or weigh my feelings on in vitro versus adoption.
I would just have a baby. Thus began my starfish envy.