Hey all. I have been vaguely absent from the socials this weekend because the Brick actually works. I finally set it up and WOW. It is such a little thing, but it has truly kept me from mindlessly scrolling Instagram every time I pick up my phone. I’m trying to get Nick Aster to get it to break his Reddit, News and X addiction. Wish me luck.
My eight-year old tried to convince me yesterday that we should make the five hour drive to Punxatawney to see the ground hog this morning. I nearly said yes because I love a road trip, but then I remembered how much I hate the cold and how I barely left my house this weekend because I am in full hibernation mode. Seriously. I even ordered a second one of these deliciously soft Lola blankets because I decided I needed one upstairs and one downstairs. I got the second one in the espresso check and I like it even better than the first one.
Speaking of very soft and wonderful things (I am fully in my soft era right now). I also got a ton of notes from you all this weekend asking me about these two sweaters I have been wearing on nonstop rotation. They are both Lingua Franca (one of my long-time favorite brands).
The Well, Read one was custom made by the folks at Quite Literally Books for the holidays but I know they are trying to figure out how to possibly help readers get them. You can order custom sweaters from LF here.
The I Didn’t Vote For Him sweater is a long time fave and feels very necessary when traveling right now (also sometimes just at the grocery store or when meeting new mom friends and trying to figure out if you will hang out with them again).
So back to the matter at hand. I got an email early this morning from none other than mega-star author Donna Tartt with this subject line: On the Seductive Intelligence of The Parisian Heist.
Obviously I couldn’t agree more about how seductive and intelligent the Parisian Heist is (get those orders in early and often friends! get your signed copies here).
I was groggy when I opened the email from “Donna Tartt.” I was also simultaneously wrestling a three-year old to the ground like an alligator to get her to wear pants on this ten degree day.
And the first thing I wondered was, who leaked Parisian Heist to Donna Tartt? We don’t even have galleys yet! And my second thought was WOW, we need to get this blurb up on Amazon ASAP.
I read through the email. This is what it said:
