I am packing my bags to go on a virtual book tour.
I have been on book tours before, the bricks-and-mortar kind–where you go to a bookstore and stand behind a podium and wait for people to come and sit in the metal folding chairs. You are praying that people will come. An icy drop of [...]
"Richly textured, insightful novel..." Library Journal
"Shelton delves into family relationships with humor and empathy, making this a pleasurable read." Booklist
"Fine blend of humor and poignancy." Hartford Courant
Prologue
The letters come to me by the box load, carried upstairs to my office by Carl the Mailroom Guy, who drops them off and says cheerfully each time, “Well, here’s some more trouble for you to solve.”
"A zany, affecting first novel...Plenty of laughs here." People magazine
"A skillfully constructed, economically written novel that is funny, sad, and almost painfully accurate about human failings." Boston Globe
"A delightful beach book...Funny/sad and frantic/romantic, but with serious undertones....A great read." Hartford Courant
Chapter One
The fact is, I’m in the process of panicking in front of Dan Briggs. We’re sitting in my living room late on Sunday night, and although I only met him a month ago and nothing has been said outright, the air has a sudden crackle to it that even I know means it’s time we decided whether we’ll sleep together. We’ve kissed three times—although not yet tonight—and he’s called me on the phone five times, and we’ve gone for two walks that turned romantic. That adds up to one overdue sexual encounter by today’s rules, I believe.
