So I decided to come out of hiding with my blogging alter-ego and volunteered to write a book review for my company newsletter. Yes, my software company newsletter. The newsletter being the company’s last desperate pretense that we’re not sinking fast under the weight of bills and stupidity. But I figured that a writing assignment is a writing assignment, and I’m not exactly Candace Bushnell, so I should take what I can get.
I’ve been avoiding writing this review for about a week now. I’ve ignored a couple of reminder emails, and then a couple of high priority (!) reminder emails, and then, unable to bear the guilt any longer, sent a quick email full of apologetic exclamation points begging until 5pm today to do it. And it’s now 10:30pm. And still no review. I’ve started this thing about ten times in ten different ways, and none of them seem quite appropriate for my grand debut as the newest book reviewer of the latest sinking software company in the greater DC area. There’s just too much expectation to live up to.
And the book? Well, the book was pretty sweet. I picked it up on Friday, and emerged from my haze on Sunday night, with visions of ghosts and incest dancing in my head. In short – I highly recommend it. In long – well, I’ll just have to keep working on that.
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