I already mentioned it briefly, but I did go to a book signing last weekend, too. I know, crazy, right?
Actually, it worked out quite nicely. I had just enough time to get there from my ultimate Frisbee game and it was a little further south of where I was.
This was for Michael Robertson. I read his first two books two years ago and loved them, so I was thrilled to get book three finally.
There were five of us over all, so not a good signing from his point of view numbers wise. But I think all of us were already fans, so that made it fun. He was very nervous. I kept wanting to tell him to calm down. But he did relax when we started signing.
I still haven’t cracked the book open yet. I was in the middle of one book and got side tracked by another. But hopefully I will get to it next week.
Meanwhile, I skipped another book signing on Sunday. It was back down in
Venice, and by the time the mud run was over,
I would have maybe barely had time to make it down there. Would have made it if I hadn’t had to drop
Spencer off at home, but that wasn’t an option.
Probably better for my gas budget.
One of the books is the one I read this week (got it off Amazon). I’ll get to the other soonish. I’ve been hit with a lot of books I want to
read right away right now. Man, I need
more reading time.