So it’s the beginning of awards season, and list season, and Me and Earl got on some lists that you should know about. Specifically, the Texas Library Association’s 2013 Tayshas Reading List, the Atlantic's 25 Most Wonderful Book Covers list, and web.de’s 10 Best German Food-Blogs list.
Yeah. I’m very flattered by the first one, very happy for Chad Beckerman and Ben Wiseman vis-a-vis the second, and kind of nonplussed by the third, because the only conclusion I can draw from it is that in Germany, Me and Earl is less of a book and more of a food blog. How this happened, I have no idea and am afraid to find out. The writeup is unapologetically baffling: “Greg and Earl are addicts, cooking addicts. And regarding their addiction they post regularly to their blog, ‘Earl and I Regret Rachel’s Fatal Illness.’ They scold bitterly and discuss the latest restaurants and recipes. Caution: ham-optics!”
Yeah. At the end it says “Vorsicht: Schinken-Optik!” That means caution: ham-optics.
So now I don’t 100% know what to do.
Mitt Romney, on either the Olympics or the human-dissection chambers of the distant, chilly gas giant on which he was mitotically birthed.
p.s. if you are an american, for the love of god go vote right now
Long-suffering readers! I’ve got events coming up, and you are invited. Yeah! You are personally invited! By me! I would love to see you and catch up! And hear all about the kids! Especially little James! That kid is a hoot! I mean, he’s also kind of nuts! Remember last time when I was at your house? He pulled both of my shoelaces out of my shoes and then tied them together so that they were one big shoelace and then mostly ate it except that there was one end still sticking out of his mouth! And the other end was in his stomach being digested or something! I love that kid!
Note: You are invited to these events even if you are not my childhood friend Rebecca with two children including a fairly messed-up son named James.
Saturday, September 29th, I’m in Austin, Texas, for the Teen Book Festival. I’m in Corey Whaley’s Real Life is Messy panel, and I am extremely fired up.
But then the Saturday before that, the 22nd, I’m in Glendale, California, for the YA Rising Stars event with a bunch of incredible authors, and for that, too, I am deeply fired up.
But then the Saturday before that, the 15th: that would be my birthday. It’s kind of a big one. I would say maybe avoid Abbot Kinney Boulevard the night of the 15th, unless you want to get near-fatally high-fived and then monologued at about the wickedly fast and yet agonizingly slow flight from youth that we all, though we resist it, make.
See EVENTS for more information! I mean, more information about the events. Not about mortality. I mean probably there’s something in there about mortality too.