Yeah. I know. You’re going to fall over from the shock of this book I’ve come across.

It’s called Metallica: All That Matters, and it’s written by Paul Stenning.

Like always, anyone who’d like to buy me a gift or send me a review copy is welcome to.

I don’t think I need to say much more than this, huh?

But to change things up a bit. Sort of. Not really, I came across Olivia Brynn’s Falling Star. It seems to ONLY be an e-book and the only link I’ve got is to Liquid Silver books. Yeah, I should probably suck it up and buy it; Lord knows, it’s not terribly expensive. But the aspiring book blogger in me wishes all these books would show up on my doorstep so I can pretend I’m an important reviewer and all.

(btw, the link for Falling Star will take you to Liquid Silver books, not to Powells. So if you click through and then buy something, I won’t get the pennies I would if you bought through Powells. Just so you and the FTC know what’s up here.)

 

Back in September, I made this list for my thirteen. Details.

This week, I thought we’d do more telling details. The small things that speak volumes.

1. Leaving dirty dinner dishes on the bed.

2. What a smoker does when confronted with a full ashtray.

3. If a fan looks their star in the eye. If they speak up, ask for a picture, an autograph. And what they do once the interaction ends.

4. What you do when the guy behind you spills his Coke. Beer. Whatever.

5. How you handle being heckled by the drunk who’s got the seat beside you.

6. Which member of the band is first in the after-concert shower. And which member is last.

7. How a hockey player puts his gear on.

8. Dirt caked under a fingernail. Lunch stuck in a tooth.

9. Which side of the camera you’re most comfortable on.

10. How hard you fight sleep each night.

11. Your favorite bookmark.

12. Dog, cat, rabbit, reptile?

13. A person’s jeans.

Think about it. It’s the small things that speak so much.

 

Since there’s now two weekly book memes: In my Mailbox and Mailbox Monday, it seems that just calling for a mail call is in order.

The past few weeks (since my last check-in, in fact), I’ve gotten a few books. Not many, and I forgot to blog about them.

However, I’m fixing that! Mary at BookHounds was kind enough to send me her copy of Nerd Girl Rocks Paradise City: A True Story of Faking It in Hair Metal LA.

Nerd Girl Rocks Paradise City

I’m not much of a memoir fan. You guys know I’m almost entirely about fiction. But given the subject matter, resistance is futile.

Anyone else get good books?

And for the record, Trevor wanted me to let you know he’s busy reading the back of a box of Frooty Pebbles. I guess you gotta start somewhere…

 

Between the Olympics, putting my nose to the grindstone to bring you something you REALLY want, and two hours shoveling my driveway and front walk, time’s been tight here.

I haven’t forgotten you. Or abandoned you.

Be back soon–

 

It took some planning
but I got a Valentine’s Day present
For More.

A new Sharpie.
A beaded lanyard she’ll dig.
And a
bag
of
pretzels.

I taped the Sharpie
onto the lanyard for her.
Gave it to her that way.

She looked it over.
Said it was cool.

Looked sorta sad.

I handed over the bag
of
pretzels.

She squealed and hugged
.
.
.
.
.
.
the pretzels.

Then
she hugged me.

And
the
pretzels.

Okay, I thought.
I’d hoped for better.
but it seems

I’ve lost my girl
to a bag
of
pretzels.

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