I have a confession.
I’ve been holding out on you. Big time holding out. Like if you only knew the kind of holding out I’ve been doing, you would have the most serious case of blue balls ever possible. (That’s if “blue balls” were actually possible. Cosmo magazine informed me many years ago they weren’t. Thus, any guy who ever tried to use that term to get laid promptly got scoffed at. It would appear Cosmo did serve some sort of purpose during my formative years).
In December, Peter sent me a copy of his novella that he had finished. He asked if I would do a review of his work. Of course I said yes. And then devoured the story. And then I read it again. And again. And then um, five more times in the last two months. Then I got really self conscious. I realized that my facebook Scrabble partner (that would be Peter) was far more clever than I could possibly be. And sure, I could throw down words like “QAT” in Scrabble and gain 48 points, but Peter, oh Peter, could write lines like this that made me feel like I was living the story he told:
“It was one of those days. The cloudless and seemed impossibly big. The sun was stunningly bright but appeared almost small in relation. The air was the kind of warm that made you wonder why you’d ever want to go back inside. Everything moved just a step slower than usual.”
So I read this brilliant novella, titled: #$@&ing Read Me! and didn’t tell you about it because you know, I’m greedy. I’ve thought of a thousand ways to explain this and yet I always come up short. I think Peter has described it best:
Not only is the story well written, both heartbreakingly honest and laugh out loud funny- it manages to be a love story told from a mans point of view, in a way that both men and women can relate to. I read this novella at first wishing that I knew people like the characters and then realizing that I did- Peter has just brushed off the people we all know in our daily lives, made them a bit funnier, a bit more honest and put them in a love story unlike any I’ve ever read. And I’m a book whore, I read a lot.
The first time I read it, my goal was to ration the pages, so I could savor each word, each joke, each clever line that left the want-to-be-writer in me full of envy. Of course I failed miserably and read the whole thing in one gigantic, satisfied swoop. I urge you to buy this book, read it, read it again, read it one more time and then tell those who you love- that you love them. And then brush up on your Scrabble skills because if Peter challenges you on facebook, there is a chance you will lose. Besides writing a story that clings to your insides, his Scrabble playing is getting better with every game.
In short? You should #$@%ing read it.