I’m used to getting books for Christmas. It’s a staple gift from my parents after socks (which I love). This year I may have “needed” to buy another book to qualify for free shipping on Amazon when I was passing on the tradition by buying books for my younger cousins. I already had books for everyone on my list so of course I decided that for the price of shipping I could throw in an extra paperback. I’ve been buying somewhere in the vicinity of 10 books a month for my Kindle so I thought a real book might be good for a change.
My mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas so I handed her this book to be wrapped and added to our mini-mountain under our very sad looking Charlie-Brown-esque tree. She didn’t do it fast enough so I stole it and took it with me to a Christmas Eve dinner. Who said it’s our electronic devices that make us anti-social?
In the spirit of free honesty I haven’t finished the book but I like it already. It’s weird. But in a good way. It’s like The Televisionary Oracle only a little more my style with the Olympian mix. And here it is: