Guess what I am holding in my hot little hands…

So, last night I was out to dinner with my editor, where we had what we are beginning to believe is a required occurrence at every meal we share: the waiter comes to take our order and in the process of making the usual waiterly flirtatious chit chat (“What brings you two lovely ladies here this evening?” etc.) we somehow manage to respond in a manner that inspires the waiter to open up to us about the deepest matters clouding his soul. I don’t know why this is, but it only happens when I’m with her, and it happens every time.

Anyway, when I got to the table, I gave her this little promo item I just picked up yesterday, and she gave me a squat, rectangular wrapped package. “Is this what I think it is?” I asked.

“Yes.”

So I’m like, Cool, the new Dean Koontz! And then I open it, and wow, is it ever not Koontz.

IT’S SECRET SOCIETY GIRL.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever beheld. Babies, sunshine, Mt. Doom, blah blah blah… No. It’s MY BOOK. It’s glossy. It’s embossy. The inside flaps look Soooooooooo cooooooooooool. So does the interior design. Of cours,e you all already know I love my interior design. But now that we’ve tweaked it a bit, it looks even BETTER.

After dinner, I wanted to take it to a B&N and just see what it would look like on a shelf, but the darn place was closed. So I came back to my friend’s place and put it on her shelf, where it looks really cool as long as it isn’t next to Candace Busnell’s SatC, where it blends in a bit, but that’s okay, because Peterfreund and Bushnell are rarely shelved side by side.

MY BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!