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In honor of my brand new cover (Trisha FitzGerald is a genius, she designed a perfect cover for the the book), my snippet today is from Confessions of the Sausage Queen. The book comes out on July 7. It's a crazy nutter of a comedy, perfect for a vacation escape read.
So here, for the first time ever, never seen before (can I build up suspense, or what?) are the opening eight lines of Confessions--
You might think driving all the way out to Over’s Pond, to
the little bend where Randy kept the Airstream parked, somewhat
illegally, on Big Bill Ludowski’s land, was overkill. It was eight
miles out of town. On that day, of all days, I didn't have eight miles
to spare. Besides which, Randy, despite the transient look of an
Airstream with a chemical toilet, was pretty much a permanent
fixture in my life. He had a cell phone. A cell phone whose number was on my speed dial as three, one being Gran Lila’s house and two being Sammy’s school. Given all this, you’d no doubt think driving all the way up an old dirt road to remind Randy to pick up Sammy from kindergarten was overkill. You could have just called, you are probably inclined to say.
More about the book on The Sausage Queen page
So here, for the first time ever, never seen before (can I build up suspense, or what?) are the opening eight lines of Confessions--
You might think driving all the way out to Over’s Pond, to
the little bend where Randy kept the Airstream parked, somewhat
illegally, on Big Bill Ludowski’s land, was overkill. It was eight
miles out of town. On that day, of all days, I didn't have eight miles
to spare. Besides which, Randy, despite the transient look of an
Airstream with a chemical toilet, was pretty much a permanent
fixture in my life. He had a cell phone. A cell phone whose number was on my speed dial as three, one being Gran Lila’s house and two being Sammy’s school. Given all this, you’d no doubt think driving all the way up an old dirt road to remind Randy to pick up Sammy from kindergarten was overkill. You could have just called, you are probably inclined to say.
More about the book on The Sausage Queen page
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