January brings pleasures delayed: you discover a misplaced gift behind a brittle Christmas tree; a long-lost friend sends a welcome New Year’s message; and you wake up to find that your book has been highlighted in The New York Times Sunday Book Review.
I guess it’s no longer a matter of when the Sci-Fi Channel will call, but of which Baldwin brother will play Charlemagne, and which monster, menace, or meteorological phenomenon they’ll expect him to fight. I’ll lobby for the chupacabra, but I won’t balk if they insist on the mansquito. When it comes to CGI abominations, I am eminently flexible.
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Proud of you!
Congrats! I just finished the book last week, and I absolutely loved it!
By the way, I’d lobby for the chupacabra, too.
Speaking of villas in France…I’ll vouch for this one:
We stayed at “the cottage,” but I know the villa was just as nice. There’s even a 360 degree tour online to really tempt you.