This one’s going to be short. I’ve noticed in looking at my blog stats that I don’t get that many blog views during the summer, so I don’t feel as much pressure to crank out awesomeness every single night. Today will be show-and-tell time. I’m warning you now so if you think this will be boring, you can go ahead and leave. I won’t be offended.
Okay. See this?
This book doesn’t hit the shelves until October.
This book was written by one of my favorite authors of all time, Lemony Snicket. While my school chums growing up were obsessing over video games and/or sports and/or makeup and/or boys, I was devouring the A Series of Unfortunate Events books. Those books are the most surprisingly intricate children’s books ever written. They’re clever. They’re intelligent. They’re well-crafted. They have a good story. And every book is a piece of the puzzle that doesn’t make sense—at all—until you get to The End—which is the title of the last book. Even then, there were several points left deliberately ambiguous by the author, who is very ambiguous himself. His real name is Daniel Handler—part of the series’ mystique is that the author never shows his face and only drops hints as to his entirely fictional murky past. After the Series was over, all the Snicketites adopted other fandoms, abandoning hope that there might ever be an explanation of who Beatrice really was, or what happened to the Quagmires, or what that question-mark shaped sea vessel had anything to do with VFD—and what on earth was VFD anyway?
But, much to our surprise and delight, Snicket started writing again. A prequel series designed to answer our questions by asking a lot of wrong ones.
My awesome coworker and comrade in nerddom went to a book expo last week and met all kinds of interesting people, including Ted Dekker—and she even waited in line to get me a signed copy of Snicket’s latest book. Yes, ladies and gents, this book is signed. With a short, quasi-personal message addressed to me. By the author. Not just any author—Lemony stinkin’ SNICKET.
To my awesome coworker and friend: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU AND YOU ARE EXCEEDINGLY AWESOME.
Okay, maybe I’m alone on this fan-boat. But, frankly, I don’t care. I cannot hear you scoffing over the sound of my flipping pages in this book that has not yet been published.