*compose a message*

Dear {insert your name},

I just got home from my book club meeting.  (Yes, I go to a book club, there are so many things I haven’t told you about me.) I should really go to bed because it’s almost 2am, but I am so totally wide awake!  It probably has something to do with Gloria Gaynor giving it “I will survive as long as I know how to love...” at the top of her voice all the way home…

Anyway, I thought I’d just check my mail, and, you know, I don’t know why I really bother checking, there’s never anything there.  Well, not nothing, apparently these people love me:

Raymond Gallegos
Abel Lopez
Nicolae Bologna
Braxton Bailey
Felix Cedeno
Boaz Bauch
Janae Melia
Josiah Blair
Becomingly L. Forgiveness
Stelios Funnell
Alfonsia Harold
Alexei Karst
Graciela Miller
Shprintzel Geraci
Shunts C. Peerages
Cerys Lessman
Pi Blomquist ???
Queen Latifah
Fedora Hance
Angelique Ruiz
Marietta Cramer

I mean really!  They all took the time to write to me… personally!  Woo Hoo!  So, um, where was your letter?  And, just out of interest, are any of those your pen name?  If so, do you realise there is a whole lot of mumbo jumbo you should know if you want to get all creative when using that name?

Yeah, so my book club was great.  The book this month was a little hard to read.  Not as in, “Ooooh BIG words” hard to read, but emotionally very hard to get through.  The book was A Sunday at the Pool in Kigali.  It was set in Rwanda during the massacre of 800,000 Tutsis by the Hutus.  The only thing that made the book (well not just the book, but the fact the world turned their collective heads as 800,000 people were machetied (sp?) and hacked to death) bearable to read was the love story so cleverly written with the horror woven around it.  Some how, Gil Whateverhisnamemanche managed to keep you detached from all the icky-hellish stuff enough to get a strong message across.  It’s the kind of eye opening book everyone should read, and it is readable, but not a book I would personally recommend to anyone - least of all a Canadian or Belgian aid worker who had spent any time at all in Rwanda during the ‘90’s… and probably never to a Frenchman - I’m just saying....  And come to think of it, I would avoid recommending it to anyone by the name of Pi Blomquist, you know, just in case!

If you prefer a ‘proper’ review of the book, well… google it.  Ok? Ok.

Well, I guess I should turn in for the night.  You know one needs one’s beauty sleep - esp once one hits one’s ‘late’ 30’s. 

Oh, and just so you know, I do miss you, and you really should write sometime… no pressure or anything.

Hugs and Smoochies
Me

*send*