The other night I stopped by a book club that had read In Hoboken over the previous month. I've visited a lot of book clubs over the past few years, and it's always a fun but surreal experience. It actually used to make me very uncomfortable. Not so much anymore...it's fun. But the surrealness hasn't changed.
This club provided one of those experiences I always love: someone pointing out something VERY OBVIOUS about the book...that I hadn't realized. Which always elicits this response from me: "Oh yeah, glad you noticed...I meant to do that. Completely intentional."
I'm just not that smart. Fortunately, my readers are.
Speaking of nice, smart readers, here's one from Seattle who had lunch with me and I didn't even know...