Recently read a book that joyfully reminded me of misspent moments of doodling my hybridded married name over and over again as the 'groom' sat two rows over in Geometry class, clueless of my existence. I was very excited to have met her this past New Years and over grill cheeses, I knew I wanted to spend a bunch of time chatting and cocktailing with this lady. When I learned she was a writer and started reading her wares, I was certain she was a rock star. She nails it cleanly, entertainingly and with joyful words. Go. Read it now. I said Now.
On the Twitters, I think the tweet that she tweeted was about misunderstanding a writers work...
"I thought your book was about Theodore Callahan, the great 18th century industrialist and his romantic adventures across Euriasia
Born in the shires of Scotland, he was wooed to France at the age of 15 by the rich widow of M. Gaston de Levinduveau, inventor of the macaroon.
Once in France, he discovered the worlds of science, art and love making. His genius brought about a sexual industrial renaissance and created the progenitor of our modern vibrators"
Thanks for the inspiration, chica ;)