Friday, July 25, 2008


Patrick just spent something like 12 hours waiting in line for tickets to Shakespeare in the Park, and in the process struck up a conversation with the man next to him. That man was Christopher Bram.

He told Patrick he's read all three of my novels.

I feel like a giddy schoolgirl right now, slightly tempered by the knowledge that (a) he could have lied; and (b) 'reading' them is not the same as 'liking' them.

Still, I'll take what I can get.