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Monday, October 02, 2006


Girl At Sea is literally going to be done tomorrow. Tomorrow! So, if you’ve written to me recently (or maybe even not recently) and I haven’t written back—I’m sorry, and I plan on answering a whole lot of e-mail over the next few days.

But why settle for e-mail?

This week happens to be rich in opportunities to get closer to yours truly. And what a week it is to know me. For the last three days, I have done nothing but sneeze. (And finish a book, but there was sneezing throughout.) Out of nowhere, I seem to have developed a massive allergy to everything.

And . . . my hair has gone curly. I have never had curly hair, so where this came from, I have no idea. It’s not as curly as many of you undoubtedly are, because some of you lucky people were born with big, bouncing ringlets. Not me. I was born with hair that is straight. Straight like a rail. So my definition of curly means that it is wrapping in long, loose, curl-ish things. It is like a Halloween miracle.


Attention Philadelphia! I am returning to the town of my birth. I’ll be doing TWO appearances in the area this week for the HIGH SCHOOL IS HELL tour.

Both of these are technically for teachers, but anyone can go. There will be Q&As and signings at both. There is also a better than average chance that I will still be sneezing.

Wednesday, October 4th, 7:15 PM
Barnes & Noble
1805 Walnut Street, Philadelphia, PA

Thursday, October 5th, 8:00 PM
Barnes and Noble
450 Oxford Valley Road, Langhorne, PA


This week, you can hear me chattering away to myself on the Penguin podcast. And to make the deal even sweeter, I share this particular podcast with John Green, author of Looking for Alaska and An Abundance of Katherines.

This is both cool, and deeply unfair to me, as John Green is regularly on the radio and used to chattering away to himself. Whereas I am not. He is deeply, deeply entertaining. I’m more like that crazy kid in the movie Wet, Hot American Summer (please tell me you’ve seen it) who calls himself The Beekeeper and “broadcasts” the official summer camp radio show into a microphone that isn’t even plugged in.

The podcast is now up! Listen to it here, if you dare.

Now, I’m (ACH-CHOO!) back to work.