Grinning like a Fool
Posted March 2, 2011on:
A few days ago I got an e-mail from my favorite public library:
The material you’ve requested is ready for pick up: How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe, by Charles Yu.
So I went and picked it up, grinning like a fool the whole time. Yesterday I read the first half of the book. It’s a fast-ish read, much stream of consciousness, social commentary, funny little digs at companies, good stuff. It’s also very, very depressing at times. To the point where half way through, I had to put it down. That’s gonna be an awkward book review to write. How do you say “this book was freaking depressing!” and make it sound like a compliment?
So I picked up Jasper Kent’s Thirteen Years Later instead. I always love me some suspense and scary bad guys. Got about 50 pages into it last night and early this morning. And as to be expected, it’s very good. No pun intended, but it sucks you right in.
Then, this morning I got one of the best e-mails I’ve ever gotten.
Better than Cory Doctorow’s response to my drunken fanletter, and almost better than Scott Lynch’s response to my drunken fanletter/love letter. BTW, awesome audio interview with Scott Lynch here. The man has a lovely voice, I wonder if he’s ever contemplated a career as a newscaster?
Back to this mornings awesome e-mail. It was from my favorite Public Library. It read:
The material you’ve requested is ready for pick up: The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss.
And I thought I had a stupid grin on my face when I got the Charles Yu. It’s nothing compared to what I look like right now. This is nearly a “I just got laid” kind of grin. In about four hours I’ll be ditching work. I will not pass go, I will not collect 200 dollars. I will go directly to the library.
My afternoon errands may not get run. Dinner may not get made. Laundry will certainly not be taken care of this evening.
Suffice to say, don’t be surprised if you don’t hear from me for a few days. I feel like I’m about to go on a book honeymoon.
Am I a shitty fan because I didn’t slap down some cash for the hardback of Wise Man’s Fear? Hardbacks always give me sticker shock and then shoulder & wrist cramps. My local indie bookstore has copies for sale. I may be a book whore, but I am a cheap-ass book whore.
And I requested this book at two libraries. I’m sure the second library will send me a similar e-mail in the next week or so. This is a good thing. It means this book will be on the “new” shelf at two libraries who may not have thought to purchase it. I feel like I am single handedly introducing Patrick Rothfuss to my entire community. Ok, not single handedly, but you know what I mean.