Weird Weird Weird

It might be because it’s five AM and Temp Dog just splattered mud, quite literally, in every single room (and most of the walls) of the downstairs of my house (so much for the benefits of “floorplan flow” — homes with untrained dogs in them should be more like those college dorms designed in the 60s to deter rioters), it might be because at five AM, the entire world seems a little bit surreal (I just watched all the streetlights between my house and the metro stop change from blinking yellow to green — and was inexplicably proud that I got the first green, rather than the first red), and it might be because I’m incredibly slow on the uptake, but this is just to say that I woke up this morning and, for the first time ever, it occurred to me that:

Killer Unicorns are a really weird topic for a book.

People have been telling me this for months. Most reviews of the book contain some variation on “I thought this was a really weird topic for a book, but then I really got into it.”

I guess since I’ve been into it for a while now, I’ve kind of forgotten that. When I tell people about the book and they go, “Srsly?” I am surprised. When I see conversations that are essentially “Killer unicorns? WTH?” I bristle. Yes, darnit! Killer unicorns. And you’re going to like them, I say! More, even, than Green Eggs and Ham.

I get it. I get it now. It’s weird. And I understand that when you first walk into this world, you are as Vince Vaughn in that great classic of American cinema, Dodgeball:

But give it a chance. I hope you’ll be surprised.