I was so excited I finally got Richard North Patterson‘s* The Race in paperback the other day. So. Excited.
I started and finished it today in the bathtub, thinking “what a damn good book. How does Mr. North Patterson always tend to be so oddly prophetic and honest with his novels?” I thanked God again for the blessing of finally finding the book and being able to read it as I tied on my robe and left the bathroom.
I dried my hair, pet Spooks, and turned around to face a brand new hardback version of The Race neatly shelved on the bottom row of bookshelves.
There are too many self-flagellating analogies right now for me to even think about including:
- I have so much wealth in just literature that I can misplace an entire novel for a long enough period to get excited about it again the next time it’s published.
- I should really stop expecting the next best and re-examine the contents of my bookshelves (and household) and find new ways to love them all over again.
- I better not invite anyone involved with the local fire code over any time soon because the next additions to my collection are going to force triple-shelving situations.**
*Dear Mr. North Patterson, if you or anyone affiliated with you were to read this humble entry, please take this one statement to heart: Please get a real website. Someone as prolific as you should have enough clout to get have a site that is not built on your publisher’s template and hosted on their server. If you need two or three candidates who are professional advertising web designers who recently got laid off and have time to give you some energy, just send me an email. I can also recommend a good hosting client.
** I have a surreal love for words that end in -ion today. I guess they just feel nice rolling around in my brain although it does bring to mind this rather unfortunate incident of internet culture.