Like the White Rabbit

I’m late, I’m incredibly busy, I’ll try to throw up a real post later on.

In the meantime, after reading two books back to back for review assignments that I would never have read otherwise, I am mucho happy to be reading Andrea Seigel’s To Feel Stuff. She gave her first "reading" in support of the book over the weekend, and there are pictures of the dancing. That’s right: she danced. And plans to do so again. (At Book Soup on Tuesday.)

Would we be constantly moaning about the fate of the written word if more writers shook their thang for the masses? I think not.