Now that I am an Enslaved Office Worker, I do most of my reading
in bed. Usually I read a few pages, maybe even a whole chapter, and
conk out. Usually. When I was reading The Girl in the Glass, I would
stay up for HOURS, promising myself "just one more chapter," like I was
twelve and hiding from my Mom under the covers way past my bedtime.
When I finally laid the book on my nighttable and collapsed onto my
pillow, I would have DREAMS about the Girl in the Glass, where everyone
spoke in snappy 30s dialogue and got into car chases and sought out
ghosts, despite themselves.
When I woke up the next morning, I realized that I'd been longing
to dream the 30s for years -- hell, I used to wish VH1 would make a
show called "I Love the 30s" and let me be on it making snarky comments
about the Walls of Jericho-- but Jeff's vivid, hilarious, and
near-perfect book was the thing that finally wormed itself into my
subconscious. Thanks for writing a totally awesome book, Jeff, and
thanks for giving me the sweetest dreams this side of the time
Buffy AND Faith showed up in my room and -- well, okay, suffice to say
this book is great, and you should force your friends to buy it in
bookstores across America. And remember, be sure to read it late at
night to acheive the full effect.