Satan's Bookclub

Today, Louise and I went down to the University Bookstore to pick up tickets for the Neil Gaimain signing next week. Free with purchase of Neil Gaiman book, $3 otherwise. Which I am totally fine with. I have a hard time believing it takes little or no effort to coordinate one of these things. Three dollars is a bargin. And I appreciate the knowledge that I, Jodi, am No. 419. No sense in hurrying in line until the first 400 kids have been taken care of, right? I like that. I can get very competitive when it comes to queues and parking spots.

For those of you who are not familiar with the game, Louise and I go to a lot of book signings together. Typically, male authors are enamored with her "delightful" Scottish accent and just want her to talk endlessly about whatever she wants. When this happens, it's basically free reign for me to mock her. It's only fair. I don't have anything delightful. So I have to work with what I've got. She is a bit worried about breaking her record because Mr. Gaiman is British, and may not be impressed with her musical voice. But as I pointed out to her, Clive Barker loved her, and he's British. She'll not get to use THAT as an excuse. As her accent is not only Scottish, but it's from a particularly delightful region of Scotland, accent-wise. So she tells me. Often.

I'll let you know how it all works out. Trust me.

So, in celebration of Neil Gaiman being here next week, and Terry Pratchett being here this week, Louise and I were wondering... how about Good Omens for the next bookclub selection?