Is seventeen a prime number? I can’t think of anything that divides happily into it, anyway. Well, except the sixteen before:
And let’s start this time with a couple snapshots in words of Mongrels:
And here’s the yellow book in my kind-of homeland of Lubbock, Texas. Cool to be up there still with Keene and Hill and Hendrix:
And, wow, thank you, John:
Happy to come in behind Bird Box:
Happy too for the library bar codes—cool for Mongrels to be circulating:
Thanks, Rich:
And, wow, man, a dead man’s hand of books, sort of:
Y’all all read Molly, right? Right:
Here‘s a link to what she’d tuned into.
And, wow, what an honor:
Thanks for the write-up, Matt:
And a cool write-up it was, thanks:
Another father-daughter read? So, so cool. And, Monica Drake: also so, so cool—very good writer, and, near as I know her, a pretty good human, too:
It is all we’ve got:
Was cool, doing an interview where I couldn’t answer in/with a paragraph. Had to scrunch everything down, like. That should always be the case:
And here’s a rare pic I snapped, of the last signed copy (Boulder Bookstore the other night—I forget what I was picking up, but something wonderful and perfect, surely):
And, thanks, Dan Wickett:
Love having the yellow book sneak into the classroom:
Thanks. I’d forgotten this, I think:
And, after much twittering back and forth mongst the rabble (including mineself [I talk like 80s Thor in the mornings, often), it turns out that, no, these aren’t mass-produced. But they are so, so, so cool:
And, dude, I’ve got these exact glasses:
More classroom werewolves! Wonderful cool thank you!
And, whoah, wow, excellent. More like this, always:
Also, of course, more like this was well:
