Thanks to everyone who came to the B&N in Bethesda last night. I had such a good time! (Also, special thanks to the woman who told me that her friends said you couldn't see the letter M stuck to my neck when I was on TV in the morning).

I don't know if other writers do this, but I enjoy reading the Times book reviews and collecting adjectives that will likely never be applied to my work.

"Elegaic" is my current favorite. It's such a delicious word. Is anyone ever going to call one of my books elegaic? Doubtful.

Then again, they won't be calling them bloated and lugubrious, either. God willing.

This poem by Julianna Baggott is my all-time favorite about the topic of blurbs. "I want someone/To confess he's fallen in love with me,/and another to say, No, she's mine./And a third to just come out with it:/She will go directly to heaven.

Jen